Among the little things that make days interesting is my “butterfly blouse”. It is cotton with three-quarter length sleeves notched on the seam at the cuff. It’s white with a pattern of small blurry edged blocks of color, black, khaki, and gray making an attractive pattern. The blouse has brass buttons, brass trim on its two pockets, and vents on each of the seams at the hem, all of which gives it a definite style, one I now think of as “butterfly”.

I wore my blouse on a trip to St. Louis while visiting The Butterfly House in Chesterfield. The building is laid out in a large oval path through a beautiful botanical garden designed to attract various kinds of butterflies. After rounding one corner of this oval path I was amazed to see a “kaleidoscope” (I looked it up) of butterflies
coming at me en masse, a really big en masse, and they looked like my blouse floating through the air. When they got close they circled me once, and flew away fully convinced I was an imposter.

I’ll never be the same, and that blouse is so fun to wear. Beware the poor soul who ventures to comment on it. They are obligated to hear the story of my butterfly blouse.