It’s been a while. how have you been? Me? My hair is long. My feelings longer. I’ve been in the world of ailing grandparents. I have too many gardens sprinkled all over the map and not enough other stuff like gas, predictability, time. If I drive to one of the McGregor patches for some hours of weeding will you meet me in the ramshackle garden? We’ll have iced tea or beer or gin and I’ll sweat & get eaten alive by mosquitoes. You can wear a hat full of mosquito netting covering you from head to toe and you can tell me about all the ways life is trying for you or winning for you -or maybe about your recent struggle with your sister, just anything as long as you don’t ask me to explain myself. I’m sewing finally. It’s good. It’s right. How many times does an artist get to say they are satisfied. My friend D says that’s winning everything. She’s right.
Shop update: www.sblla.com
Here with most my stuff in boxes things get clear. Clothes need to: breathe enough and work enough for summer or warm enough and cover enough for winter. Everything must stand up to the test of time. Everything must launder. Everything must wax and wane with 10 pounds here 5 less there. I’m hard on clothes and hard on shoes and hard on hearts too.
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