What Not To Wear
Once I get dressed in the morning I stay that way. I don’t change clothes if I can help it until I’m ready to get into my jammies.
Fabric dying was on the agenda a few weeks ago, so on went the old dye-splattered jeans and speckled tennis shoes. The sweat shirt was one Mom made for me years ago and that came off for the dying because I certainly wouldn’t want to get THAT messed up.
And then Debbie and I had to go get something at Office Max. Oh well. I didn’t see anybody I knew.
Debbie did see someone SHE knew and snapped this attractive picture of me!
So what was I dying? I was experimenting with subtle value gradations, trying to create “whole cloth” fabric that didn’t require marking. An elegant solution, I thought, to all the time spent marking. Maybe if I didn’t have to spend hours pushing the chalk pencil I could change clothes. Maybe not. I could change earrings? That’s do-able.
Meanwhile, if you’d like to own an original Ami, the price is right. These are one-of-a-kind, so don’t delay.
Entry filed under: Quilting.