“MIDNIGHT TIGER LILY SHIRT & SCARF”

…………………………This year I am bringing back the TIGER LILY PRINT SHIRT, A302607, and SCARF, A302608 in a new color……………..MIDNIGHT………………It has all the same colors as the originals, but this time the ground is BLACK and a SMOKEY GREY giving the look of an EXOTIC and MYSTERIOUS GARDEN…………….I chose to use a black tank and my SLIM BLACK PANT, A265615 to finish the look, which is a great back ground for the vivid colors, but any accent color will look great….even all white…….For those of you who are new to this elongated shirt it has a classic shirt collar, and a button front. It has very high side slits, for a very flowing effect….The sleeve is 3/4 length with a flared bottom, but not very exaggerated……just enough to add a little femininity. The back has a stitched down box pleat to add a lovely flow and ease…….The fabric is new also. It has a wonderful pebble surface and a very soft drappy hand…….The necklace is my new BLACK BUGLE BEAD with  twist beads……………….enjoy…………………….much Love………………………….Louis

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  1. Anonymous

    Yes. The tyger, tyger must be there, burning bright in the dark forests of the night.

    1. Louis

      That’s pretty anonymous. Did you make that up, or did you quote something?

      1. Anne

        Louis, I’m not ‘Anonymous”, but it is a quote from a poem by William Blake, entitled “The Tiger”. That quote is perfect for your creation.

        Tiger, tiger, burning bright
        In the forests of the night,
        What immortal hand or eye
        Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

        In what distant deeps or skies
        Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
        On what wings dare he aspire?
        What the hand dare seize the fire?

        And what shoulder and what art
        Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
        And, when thy heart began to beat,
        What dread hand and what dread feet?

        What the hammer? what the chain?
        In what furnace was thy brain?
        What the anvil? what dread grasp
        Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

        When the stars threw down their spears,
        And watered heaven with their tears,
        Did He smile His work to see?
        Did He who made the lamb make thee?

        Tiger, tiger, burning bright
        In the forests of the night,
        What immortal hand or eye
        Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

  2. Sheesh

    Wow, just wow! Lost in a mysterious garden…….

    Sheila

    1. louis

      Thank you Shelia!

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