
A friend and I went shopping for Art Books and Magazines this week ...we needed to flee the country side to the city and get some
inspiration! It always works! After pouring through the magazines on journaling ...I don't know exactly why, but I drew this little dress called
"My Favorite Gypsie Dress"...it is not like the one I had that I loved to twirl in, but I like this one better....kind of a "taylored" flair...!? Anyway, I just wrote on it what I felt ....and that was
cherished memories of my Mother who sewed all my clothes...I still have a few of the baby dresses.
Drawing and painting them is even more fun, because they always turn out good and the fit doesn't matter....just the fun imagined wearing it.
I lived in Leon, Spain as a child for three years.....with no other Americans there that we knew of...and
little girls didn't even think of wearing slacks or pants outfits yet! I even rode a donkey with a dress on...at least when no one was watching...otherwise I would put on those
corduroy peddle pushers that Mother ordered from Sears and Roebuck...they were black and white leopard with red cuffs!...and that was in 1957 ! I had two pair and my little Spanish friend Maria Luisa, would sneak them on when she stayed over at my house and we would ride the donkey in the back field. She was from a wealthy family...and we would watch the limousine go down the road disappearing with her Chauffeur and "mean" Governess in the car...her parents allowing her to come to our house for a little taste of Texan Americans. What great memories and how a piece of clothing can refresh old memories.
Thanks Mom and Dad for a cherished childhood in Spain!! I miss you both...