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Baudelaire Pencil Skirt fabric by thesummercountry on Spoonflower - custom fabric

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By Ariel Shogren

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Description:

One yard paneled pencil skirt with unique construction - front faux piping and slanted side pockets. Complete sewing instructions print on the yard. For misses sizes 6-10.

A poem by Charles Baudelaire is engraved on front and back of this skirt, Harmonie du Soir:

Voici venir les temps où vibrant sur sa tige
Chaque fleur s'évapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;
Les sons et les parfums tournent dans l'air du soir;
Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige!

Chaque fleur s'évapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;
Le violon frémit comme un coeur qu'on afflige;
Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige!
Le ciel est triste et beau comme un grand reposoir.

Le violon frémit comme un coeur qu'on afflige,
Un coeur tendre, qui hait le néant vaste et noir!
Le ciel est triste et beau comme un grand reposoir;
Le soleil s'est noyé dans son sang qui se fige.

Un coeur tendre, qui hait le néant vaste et noir,
Du passé lumineux recueille tout vestige!
Le soleil s'est noyé dans son sang qui se fige...
Ton souvenir en moi luit comme un ostensoir!


Now is the time when trembling on its stem
Each flower fades away like incense;
Sounds and scents turn in the evening air;
A melancholy waltz, a soft and giddy dizziness!

Each flower fades away like incense;
The violin thrills like a tortured heart;
A melancholy waltz, a soft and giddy dizziness!
The sky is sad and beautiful like some great resting-place.

The violin thrills like a tortured heart,
A tender heart, hating the wide black void.
The sky is sad and beautiful like some great resting-place;
The sun drowns itself in its own clotting blood.

A tender heart, boring the wide black void,
Gathers all trace from the pellucid past.
The sun drowns itself in clotting blood.
Like the Host shines O your memory in me!

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thesumm...

thesummercountry says: Thanks su_g - you just made me realize I had not put the pattern details and size up on the description, so I've remedied that.

Posted over 4 years ago.

su_g

su_g says: What a terrific and fun idea - and it looks like it will make up into a very elegant skirt. Would love to see the finished result and some size info...

Posted over 4 years ago.