Once Within A Lifetime
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Authors: Phyllis Georgina Rose
Once Within A Lifetime
by
Phyllis Georgina Rose
©
2013 Phyllis Georgina Rose
All rights reserved.
ISBN-13: 978-1483995076
ISBN-10: 1483995070
“Support” is a word that is greatly underestimated. It is very important.
My
thanks go to my son, James, for his support, a great deal technical. To my daughter-in-law, Elizabeth, for her support in believing my work was a worthy accomplishment.
To
my son, Brad, for his strength and support.
To
Kim for her encouragement and guidance and honorable mention in her newsletter. Thanks, Kim.
Deep,
everlasting gratitude to my dear friend and Sister-in-Heart, Deanie and her husband, Don for standing behind me all the way. She saw my material and helped me feel it was really worth continuing. She saw it as a great accomplishment and has been proud of me from the start. She encouraged, chided, bolstered and got excited with me all the way. She had true faith in me and that is a very moving thing!
To
my young friend, Eric, for his deep faith and excitement from the start and his support and eagerness for me to succeed with it.
To
Tammy, my friend, like a sister, in California, for her encouragement, support and interest along the way.
To
Adriana, my cool friend and coworker, who felt this was an amazing thing and said, “I never knew a real author before!”
Many
others, too numerous to list also deserve mention. I appreciate each and every one and all their support and faith in me. They know who they are.
S
upport keeps us going when our faith in ourselves lags and all the work, time, patience, revisions and trying to get there seems too difficult. After it is all done, you know how much the support made it all possible.
As
Loretta LaRoche says, “The glue that makes life work is
support
.”
Last,
but certainly not least is the help and support from my new daughter, Janis Monroe for her love and patience and guidance in helping me format my book for Kindle and CreateSpace as well as creating my book cover. To her husband, Eric for lending her to me so long, and – Summer, my 4-year-old granddaughter for her fun and cheer and adoring faith in us all.
Contents
HAPTER 1
The summer sun was brilliant in a gorgeously blue and white semi-clouded sky. Triessa sat looking out the window of her studio which she had planned for the top floor of her beautiful large house in Pleasant Hill, a medium sized town in New England. Going there for quiet time and thinking was a favorite practice. A window seat looking out on the garden was so relaxing. But this time of reverie was so different because she had new happenings to consider and felt she was in for a big change in her life.
Her
extensive walk-through-garden, covering a wide area of her property, was exquisitely beautiful this year with deep, showy colors. It had been planned with her home to provide a restful and pleasant place as a break from her regular work.
The
hummingbird vine on the front of the garden invited hummingbirds of various colors, such exquisite, industrious little creatures. This was a beautiful view from her favorite window. She never ceased to be amazed at their colorful display with tiny wings in a continual flutter. Their rituals and performance provided great joy and they were unaware of a wondrously impressed audience.
A
glorious summer with plenty of sun and rain balanced to add growth and beauty to her lovely garden and this pleased her. It was the best she had for a while. The combination of the colors and varieties on her rose trellis were outstanding. A regular addition of new varieties mixed along the walkway through the arbor and made a glorious display. Birds and bees were busily gathering nectar among their branches and blossoms. A large wide open area in the center of her garden was supplied with seated areas where she could gaze at the wonderfully scented blooms which formed a beautiful border around the space like a glorious multi-color wall.
A
short distance away, swans glided in the crystal blue water of an oval pond. She loved her variety of swans and could call them by name. Scattered about the pond were large pink and white water lilies for beauty and for the birds to gracefully glide through and they seemed to enjoy demonstrating their poise. This scene resembled her copy of a famous and beautiful Monet painting. She considered getting some new water lilies to add to the pond. Recently some beautiful deep pink, nearly magenta color lilies had come to her attention and were on order.
She had just returned from a trip to Monaco, where she had held a successful sales meeting and buying excursion. The romance of the garden blended perfectly with her thoughts and memories of this special time of excitement.
She
recalled and relived the fabric selections with beautiful patterns and rich colors from which she created her elegant designs. She felt that foreign fabrics had a special sheer beauty and elegance. Their varied textures presented interesting style ideas. Her new line of spring designs had gone over extremely well everywhere she had shown them and her successful sales and fashion shows pleased her. Her sensitive taste in the lines, patterns and clear pastels showed their special features in a rich way.
Knowledge
about the models added to her design displays because she knew just what each could do for her show. Along with their training and special walk as a model, each had a special kind of performance which distinguished the fashion individually. A stance, a walk, a pose, all natural and distinct, were features of the display that helped it succeed; a personal signature, if you will, which added to the training and worked well for the designers.
A
number of top-notch models with these special qualities filled Triessa’s roster. She saw this as a very important part of her business. The models were always thrilled to parade down the runway wearing such elegant designs from exquisite fabrics and found it difficult to reach the end of the show when they must remove them and put them away.
Triessa
sat in her favorite spot looking out the window and recalled many precious memories of her recent trip. Monaco was her favorite place to go often for many reasons. But this trip had an unusual and different experience which would greatly affect her whole life. She often sat here in her studio and recounted the activities and considered any notes or changes which could help her in future events, but this trip had a very special meaning and memory for her and the recollection was especially pleasant and delightful, making it difficult to concentrate on her business. She felt as though her head were spinning in the clouds. This had been a different and unexpected event, from which she had emerged a different person, with thoughts and feelings certain to change everything she did from now on. She thought it strange how a perspective could be so totally changed, nay, replaced, suddenly in a short period of time, for she would never return to be the person she had been before this trip. She dreamily relived this special time here in her lovely spot.
She stayed at a charming hotel on top of the sprawling hills which overlooked the semi-circular bay at the edge of the city. Having been a regular guest here for some time, she was well-known and her room was filled with gorgeous roses and orchids to greet her upon her arrival, making her feel like a special guest receiving royal treatment. A chilled bottle of champagne graced the buffet top with two beautifully handcrafted, long stemmed crystal glasses, one on either side of the display.
She
recalled her arrival that was particularly pleasant, driving up the scenic, winding road to the top of the hill in her new mauve Mercedes sports car which moved with ease and smoothness. She loved to drive it. It was a special award to her from one of her previous design trips. Her name had been embossed on the license plate.
She
stopped at a rest stop part way up the hill to pause and drink in the magnificent landscape with its richly verdant fields and colorful flowers as they adorned the entire hillside like a well-planned garden, one of nature’s grand designs. Very little escaped the mind and senses of a creative and dynamic designer such as Triessa. She was especially grateful that her life plan had worked out so she could come here as often as she wished and she made regularly scheduled trips.
She
liked to arrive at least a day early, sometimes more, to get settled in and have plenty of preparation time. A message awaited her in her room. It was from the buyer she was planning to meet tomorrow, Phylicia, one of her favorite buyers and long-time friend, with whom she enjoyed spending time at every opportunity. They had grown close over the years of association in the fashion field.
Phylicia
was very appreciative of the designs Triessa brought to her meetings because they were good sellers. The message from Phylicia stated that a new buyer was coming to view Triessa’s line of fashions, along with the regular buyers. “Let’s meet for lunch prior to the show and briefly go over the lineup of fashions.” Triessa put the note in her briefcase for now.
She
strolled into her pink and mauve bathroom and began running a pleasantly tepid bath. At the end of a rather warm day she felt a little discomfort and the need to cool down and relax. While the water splashed down into the bubble bath making mounds of bubbles rise, she laid out her lounging outfit which seemed appropriate since she planned to stay in this evening and dine on the patio overlooking this special city. She looked forward to the special treat to refill her senses again with all the smells, sights, and sounds of this charming place. Anticipating it was soothing and restful and she was so happy to be here.
Her
outfit was one of her favorite peignoirs she had designed in a rich champagne satin, trimmed with rich satin ribbon and marabou on the cuffs, neck, and bottom of the gown and peignoir. They were soft and filmy and made her feel very feminine and good to wear them.