Well, as you can see I have not posted a thing since September 1—this is how busy life can get. We have been struggling though all kinds of briars here at the patch of house we call home. Mostly, Z has been struggling—with unidentifiable and really persistent pain. We’ve been to doctors, physical therapists and now a chiropractor and a massage therapist. Thank goodness the chiropractor seems to be doing some good and her pain has gotten much better. School and band and soccer conditioning and artists talks and film club and film festivals and on and on and on and on…….
I’m entering Charleston Fashion Week……yep, trying to put it out there—a tribute to Mr. L whose encouragement and mentorship were integral to me being able to see myself as a competent artist and not just someone who could pull something out of my you know what and keep everyone fooled for one more day. I’m using fabrics he gave me and trying to embody some of his personality and spirit into the clothes and techniques….a kind of a nostalgic circus that never was coupled with inspiration from Frida Kahlo, the color palette and spirit of Amalie, and my own love of texture and showing the hand of the maker.
Here are some pics:
jacket and scarf
Dress
I’m pretty happy with them and I’ve done a lot of sketching to try to capture the essence of what I feel would have pleased Mr. L to see. He was quite a clothes horse himself, favoring lots of color and bold line…..I miss him.
I am grateful to have such supportive family and friends around me encouraging and supporting this endeavor. Hopefully, come March, I will be showing a collection…that will be some exciting stuff.
I’m looking very forward to the holidays this year…a bit bummed that our closest friends won’t be able to spend Thanksgiving with us, but we plan to visit them around the new year, so all will be fine. Looking to pare down the holidays this year and focus more on time together and less on presents and STUFF. My days of stuff are drawing to a close, I hope—I want to clear more space for experiences and interactions in my life. I don’t want to spend all of my time trying to organize and contain.
M, who was the flower girl at our wedding almost 20 years ago got married last weekend. It was a lovely wedding and reception. She asked me to do her makeup and I did….she was a radiant bride and she and her groom both had the Cheshire cat smiles that only two very happy, very in love folks can wear. I hope David and I still have those smiles. I think we do.
My grandmother turned 90 on the same day that M got married. My mom was going to have a party for her, but, alas she would not have remembered it at all, so decided against it…..although, I would argue that Nanny lives in the moment all of the time because that’s all she’s got and she would have had fun at the party. She and my parents are in Dahlonega at Gold Rush Days this weekend. We went out to eat at a lovely Italian restaurant there, Piazza, and I wrote “Happy 90th Birthday” on the paper table cloth that they use (they give you crayons to pass the time)—she kept marveling over the notion that she could be 90 years old. She is certainly the oldest person I have ever known and is still so physically fit and agile—she is happy most of the time, but remembers very little in the recent past….although today she recalled coming to my house and that David was my husband, which is an improvement.
My wonderful husband is asleep on the couch as we await a text from the girls saying they are back from their away game tonight. Sleep will not come for me until I pick them up—–oh well. I leave you with this image:
Snoozer
