of a life in progress
“Haaaaaaaaay! That looks like the dog — whose owner walks with a cane — at the dog park!” Thalia takes note of anything with fur and a dash of pink.
“Saw them yesterday.” Nia made sure the brushes were well rinsed before clinking their wooden ends back into their jar.
“When we stop… and pay attention… to what we’re paying attention to…” Calliope gazed out the window, “… we can decide if we’re wearing the dress we want. If not… we make alterations. There’s a wide-wide world of fabric… and thread… out there.”
The camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera.
~ Manuela Leonhard
And a little music to add a dash of rhythm...
“Red-green color deficiency
Struggles with this dog
Life lived with this condition
Imbues it with a fog”
Sometimes my color guesses rely on context for a clue. This morning as I walked Izzie, a new neighbor with bright purple tresses (about the length and curliness of Tal’s) was jogging with her dog. A breeze swiped the air with purple hair!
Does the man with the cane dye his dog’s hair? 😯
Cal’s observation about dresses, fabric, and thread choices reminded me of my mother’s comments about “flour sack” dresses during the Great Depression. While both my parents’ families were better off than many, for some the choice to clothe a daughter had been to slightly alter large flour sacks by creating head and arm openings. My sense suggests that a search of that practice might yield examples of how the flour sacks were decorated?!
I can still see the Singer Treadle Sewing Machine that sat in the dining room of my maternal grandparent’s home. Looking back I can guess the dining table provided a large work area for working with bolts of fabric. Like a studio table?
Today our creative efforts rely less on buying patterns for that special dress than developing our imaginations and creative skills. I’d rather go that route than buy a sewing machine! 🙃