“Her antennae unfurled in passion as Danaus plexippus gasped, her red lips pouting, ‘Take me, you big lepidopterologist. I only uncurl my proboscis for you.”
Once in a while Craft goes some place unexpected. Like dressing a butterfly up like the third act in a Friday show at the Tropicana Las Vegas. I can honestly say that this is the first butterfly I’ve ever considered slapping a PG-13 rating on. It’s probably the lipstick. Most butterflies, in my experience, don’t have lips.
And yet, even with lips, can she smile? This butterfly seems tragically unfulfilled. “Oh, I dreamed of the lights in the big city, but now all I can think of is how much I miss the carefree day of flitting from flower to flower for nectar. Now it’s Thursday, and my youth is a dusty memory, and what do I have for it? A bight, colorful dress and faded dreams. Money can’t buy you happiness, but maybe a couple of daisies could take me back…home.”
Have you ever considered…really considered–how much time a butterfly spends putting on her make-up every morning? Seems kind of a waste for a species that only lives like four days, but hey, it’s important to them.
Savers on Burnet and North Loop, Austin