While the 5 1/2 months of snow drift finally melts from the yard, the faintest green of crocus is breaking through the brown of our garden beds. With this hint of spring I am drawn to search into the back of my closet to undo the restraints of my utilitarian winter garb. I take inspiration from the 1920’s mavericks who yearned for freedom, striped off their Victorian corsets along with the limitations set upon women of their day: they marched for their voice–for the vote–for all we have today in terms of female liberty and their unconfined dress screamed autonomy. As I await the buds and color just around the corner, I break out a bit myself, choosing a flowing vintage silk shift to wear while wandering about the awakening trees in the morning light.