It’s Friday and I’m clearly resurrecting the Gratitude Friday Series.
It’s good to be grateful and to remember why:
Dreams. I’m exhausted this week from crazy, vivid, intense dreams. But I have a pal that stopped dreaming when she hit 30. She hasn’t had a dream she’s remembered in 30 years. Heart breaking. Sometimes I dream in dresses. Barely remembering the details when I wake up. I had a dream about a hibiscus, tangerine, wine colored affair that led to the wee dress I created for my god-daughter as a flower girl dress in the grand studio opening fashion show.
For color. Typically I’m a oatmeal and grey skies type of color gal but vivid brilliant color has been making it’s loud and proud splash into my studio and life. I think it’s the flowers.
And I’m grateful for an Alchemy Project story all about dreams and the power of memory.
And for dream houses. And then the reality.
For WNC – all it’s hill billy specialness and it’s wealth of mountain culture and beauty.
For sparkly things on the dress-form in the studio.
And for doing the best we can.
xoxo happy friday friends.