IMAGES FROM THE LAST WEEK OR TWO
Somewhere in the Forest before me, a woman reaches for a peacock
(Embroidery pictures sourced from book, American Denim: A New Folk Art)
Humps and Color, Lines and Weather
The Sun Machine
This girl's got the STY STY
When Metal was introduced into clothing, Women could exaggerate parts of their body
without having to use layers and layers of heavy petticoats.
Nowadays, I exaggerate parts of my soul by using layers and layers of multicultural fabric I find in boxes.
The Wood furniture of the Middle Ages and Renaissance holds the power of Generations.
Old Wood is a conductor of Old Stories.
Le Musee des Arts Decoratifs.
Within it, there is a room designed to feel like the exterior of a coconut. There are couches made of mountain sheep wool atop bronze alligators and combs. Bamboo, soft light and the sumptuous pervade the sense of the exotic.
Sometimes, beautiful people walk past me and get imprinted in my notes
Sometimes, beautiful people sit next to me and we share the same craft.
Days can feel like Spring, skin like red and green and black.
I have learned to sew straight and curving lines, which lend themselves well to letters.
This is my destiny. A family of camping supplies sourced from sharing neighbors sits by my bedroom door. I will bring only the essentials.
Au Vieux Campeur is my favorite store in Paris. The Sun is my favorite companion to dreaming. With the aid of both of them, I am ready for this:
In less than a week, I am beginning Le Chemin Saint Jacques de Compostelle *The Way of Saint James* from Le Puy en Velay to Saint Jean-Pied-de-Port. I will bear witness to the changes in myself and the land. Pilgrimage is a new concept to me. I take the journey out of a curiosity for the ancient and a desire to be closer to the magic of the countryside.
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