It’s still mostly summer, but it’s slowly changing to that time of year when the nights are a bit cooler, windows open more often than not, and all the outside things are getting a little overgrown and I couldn’t care less. Today is pretty warm and sticky, so we’re keeping life small and portable.
A negative lost between the panels of a forgotten drawer in one of the old studio cabinets. A dress of repurposed fabric, handmade to suit, pretty bias trimming, three quarter sleeves and pockets large enough for paperbacks. A sturdily sewn heavy canvas sock sack, again with pockets for the good stuff. (You are a child of the moon and now you have the pin to prove it.) A shawl, worn as a kerchief, a soft cotton wool dream, full on prairie chic. A moody kiki sitting atop the stairs wondering if it’s worth the effort. A soft shape in strong contrast.