Vibrato 2017 Art Festival Poetry Winners
(In Alpabetical Order by Last Name)
By Roberta C.:
There it was,
just hanging there,
waiting for me,
as if I had dreamed it.
I was helpless,
I was in love,
I was 15.
I wore it till the sleeves frayed
till the true red lining began to fade
till the worn parts split,
until my need loosened its grip,
and I no longer had to have the must have,
the comfy quilted, hooded black straight lined poplin with its thin white stripes and leather toggle ties, ‘specially made. waiting there, just for me.
Like a cast away doll the Ann Fogarty jacket, that for all those years covered me up to below my knees, now the jacket hung in the closet and rarely saw the light of day, Now I was getting married.
I was 20.
By Carol G.:
What to wear?
Have no fear...
Janice is here.
Look to Vibrato
and find your own
Be sure to stop by.
Janice is always there to say hi.
Even if you don't always buy!
Poem By Maria G.:
My favorite boutique
Makes good my physique
Blouses, pants and dresses
Earrings next to my tresses
Makes me feel unique
Walking in town very chic!
Poem By Bonnie K.:
Vibrato - what a treasure!
For all women who love to shop and be in style,
You might think you need a million pics for your file.
But wait!...I have an answer to all your fashion wants,
And I am willing to give you the secrets of my haunts.
Surprise! You will only need to make one stop.
Where should you go for hip glam?….Wilmette!,
Just motor to Vibrato and you will be all set!!
By Kerry L.:
That strapless dress,
And, oh, those strappy sandals,
Your painted lips,
Which red is that?
You’re hip enough for scandals.
Where did you buy
That hanging pearl,
That multi-metal necklace?
The effort you
So clearly exerted
Proves you the opp of feckless.
I can’t help but stare,
Your wrist purse is divine.
Looks like candy drops,
I covet it for mine.
Why, looking at
Your total look,
Your garb plays like a musical score.
Please share with me
Your secret shop…
Was Vibrato your elegant store?
The Most Beautiful Woman
By Lisa N.:
Crisp white blouses were her love
Worn with narrow skirts of color.
Dresses of aqua, peach, and olive
Florals in every pastel color
Perfect for southern Missouri weather
Complemented her gentle manner.
Porcelain skin, but still wore makeup
Coral lipstick, smokey shadow
Pink-ish blush and dark eyeliner.
Violet or Gardenia perfume
Announced her entrance into a room
Turquoise stones and silver bands
Graced her fingers, neck, and hands.
Shoes--oh my! She couldn't resist!
Dressy, casual, high heels, low
Straps and buckles, and grosgrain bows.
Harpers, Vogue, and Glamour
Always on the coffee table
Showed what styles were popular
Helped her dress like a movie star.
But what did she treasure most of all?
Not her diamond ring or rabbit shawl--
Tucked under her pillow, a precious thing
Her plastic, glow-in-the-dark rosary
Prayed each night so faithfully.
Sweet and gentle, thoughtful, kind
Explored the world with her curious mind
Loved her family, helped us grow
Into people I think you'd be glad to know.
Never was there a more beautiful woman--my Mother.
August 18, 1924-April 26, 2012
By Lisa N.
Second oldest of Ginger's six children
By Chris M.:
I’ve been shopping at VIBRATO for many years, so when the shop
closed in Glenview it brought me to TEARS!
(This poem has a graphic image of crying eyes that I wasn't able to reproduce here)
By Leslie W.:
The hat is misunderstood
People don't understand how they fit
They turn outfits to SPECIAL
Faces to SUNSHINE
And all those who pass you smile just a bit
So what always fits me to a tee
For cold sun or other
When I feel like a lift
Or just want to be cool
The HAT is the best thing for me