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At the very top of the tallest wardrobe in Nestington, where the grown-ups believe only folded blankets live, there is a hidden door that opens only when a nester is very, very quiet and thinking a happy thought.
Behind it lies the Ballroom of Petals.
The Princess Tulle Dress waits there, glowing in the soft morning light that slips through arched windows and turns the air into floating gold dust. Its bodice is a garden in full bloom, where tiny flowers sway and a certain cheerful mouse in a red bow practises her curtsy again and again, preparing for the grandest dance of the season.
Below, the tulle begins like a blush on the horizon and falls into a cloud so light it seems to remember every twirl it has ever made. When a nester steps into it, the skirt does not simply move; it sighs, it swishes, it gathers the music of the room and sends it spinning into the corners where the shy fireflies wait.
On the night of the Heart Blossom Ball, the chandeliers are lowered until they are almost within reach of small fingertips, and the floor becomes a mirror for a thousand whirling dreams. The dress knows every step before it is taken. It lifts for the running, settles for the curtsy, and blooms wide for the moment a nester forgets the watching world and dances only for the joy of it.
And as the last note fades and the doors of the wardrobe close once more, a trail of invisible glitter follows its wearer home, so that even the simplest morning; brushing hair, tying shoelaces, pouring cereal into a bowl; feels as though it might, at any second, turn into a ballroom again.
Handmade in Australia, exclusively for Nurture the Nest.
