As we grow, we morph to what surrounds us. We can stay true to ourselves but who that self is, like it or not becomes altered in ways we didn’t expect. Sometimes we become what we don’t recognize; amazing, good or surprisingly bad. I remember being young and craving to sew (who craves to sew?….:)…me.) … Read more »
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..as fingertips caress the woven threads before me..
I adore fabric. I love its variety of textures, its courseness or silkiness, its softly fallen drape or its stiff as a board stubbornness. I adore the brightly colored cottons and the faded, muted tones of old linens. I adore the heavy weight fabrics that land with a thud onto the cutting table and the… Read more »
I was Ballerina Once
I was a ballerina once, long, long ago. The sky was either blue or rain, the ground was green or snow. I was a ballerina once, with hair down past my knees, silky soft and curly too, at least I felt it so. I was a ballerina once, in the pinkest shoes I knew, I… Read more »
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