I wore it instantly. It was caressing my whole figure, hugging my legs down to the ground. It floated around me in a seductive way that made me feel like the woman I was becoming. It had these ample sleeves and a deep cleavage and a belt that marked my tiny waist and I was transfixed by this young lady who was looking back at me from the mirror.
Grandma had many such movie star robes, as I used to call them, and she wore them in the intimacy of our home. Ever since I opened my eyes I admired her in those seductive garments and I wished I became like her: a silk Queen, elegant and mysterious and strong and sensual.
She taught me the power of silk, of its deep sensuality. She used to say that gold and diamonds are for men to offer their beloved ones. Wearing silk is a woman’s gift for her lover; the act itself takes a woman to a league of her own, where she is not afraid to express her most secret wishes and dreams, her wildest fantasies. The unspoken sex-appeal of a silk robe, of a silk stoking, of a silk glove or a silk purse is magnificent. The innuendo of silk is like foreplay, she always chanted to me.
I worship silk. I spoil my body with it and I indulge in it until excess. I could drown myself in the ocean of silk bought from Paris, Rome, London, Bangkok, Firenze and many other cities. But I chose to write my story upon it: The story of a SILKDOM; The story of unique, handmade clutches made by me for women who crave the passion, the magnificence, the sensuality of silk.
SILKDOM began with a story about silk and dreams, with me and a woman out of fairy tales, with my grandmother, Maria Bagoli.