Legs for Days Monarchy Dress

My first spiritual moment with Monarch butterflies was in 1994. We had just emigrated to the US, Santa Barbara, California, and my cousins took me to see the Monarch migration at Elwood. It was a spectacular sight back then. Each fall the Monarch’s travel through this coastal city, and in the 90s the mass of them would be so dense that it seemed as if the trees were moving. Later on my sister, still living in England, got a giant tattoo of a monarch on her back across her shoulder blades. I have always idolized her, and 10 years older than me I spent my youth studying her coolness. Monarch girls are different, bold, and they become monarch women. There’s something about them that is unique, strong, poised, and when they say they love monarchs- they truly do. I understand them and this spiritual connection, but like my sister they elude me in ways I find fascinating. Wonderful, wondrous, and strong as a butterfly, I knew this print would need to capture the essence of a gentle migration