Sunday, April 17, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
My great-grandmother Jean Olive passed away in 2002. She was one hundred and two years old, and had battled cancer (skin and colon) for decades. Even with a body so ravaged, she had a humorous glint in her eyes and was tall and beautiful. I remember asking her a couple of years before she died if she felt as though she were the whole world's big sister - older than almost everyone, still in possession of a very good mind and pretty good senses - and she just laughed at my question. "No," she answered, "But I really am enjoying seeing my great-grandchildren as adults. Not everyone gets to see that."
|The dress, before I began dismantling it. A strong breath could reduce sections |
of it to powder, but the lace border is still quite strong.
I've been cutting up and framing pieces of an ancient wedding gown that was given to me, and from what I can deduce, it was likely made before my great-grandmother was born. I keep wondering about the woman - or women - who wore it, and what their lives were before and after the day that they lived in this gown.
|Lovely stuff. It's heavy and rich still.|
Saturday, April 9, 2011
I'm just about to head over to the St. Elmo Spring Market at the renovated fire hall. My roommate helped me set up my corner and we'll be ready to roll at 10 am when the doors open. I'm debuting several items that I'm very excited about (including a Frank Lloyd Wright dress that I've had on the back burner for FOREVAH), some saucy new big pillows, and a couple of little baby girl dresses, like this one. We'd love to see you there today - the market goes from 10 am to 6 pm and there are all kinds of other amazing vendors (and free lemonade...and free wine and music in the afternoon.)