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Monday, May 12, 2014

Port Townsend Wearable Art show was great, being a part of it was wonderful













This is 2nd Place--Paper fold out

How does one describe one of the best times in one's life.  I will hold the memories close and shall return to them often, where does one begin. I knew it was going to  be a special time because four of my children were going to be there with me. My son Steven who wrote and played my music, that alone was such a joyous gift for a mother to receive, but I was also blessed with my three daughters joining me, yahoo. We had two rooms one on the second floor and one on the third floor with balcony's over looking the sound, ferry docks, and marina entrance so we saw boats of all kinds going in and out what fun.. that was just the beginning.
There were, to be two shows, well the shows sold out and people were pleading for tickets so the dress rehearsal became show three, what fun, what work and there were long waiting periods for us models and artist, those waiting times were filled with conversations and laughter with the models and artist which I was both, make-up, hair, food and waiting putting on your costume and taking it off because they were so complicated and warm it was hard work for us artist and models.  What an honor to be part of this wonderful show but it was hard work after each show I was beyond tired but my dear children took such good care of me.  I had foot rubs naps and good food and continuous chatter, laughter and love it was wonderful.
A lots of hurry up and wait but it was energized and exciting.


 


 The lady in Black 1st place crocheted CD tape
She was tall and beautiful WOW
A lot of the models were professional with dance skills, well I was feeling lucky to be able to walk, but something magic happened each time I stepped out on the that runway, I was energized and the audience seemed to love me they cheered and clapped and yahoo's it was so exciting I cannot even describe how thrilling it was.  The energy was electric I danced down the runway feeling like I was someone special, and I was uplifted and encouraged what a rush.  Wow it was wonderful...My interview in the Leader, the local paper was front page another big wow I just am so over whelmed by all of it, mere words cannot truly describe just how wonderful it was everybody (40 of us) worked hard and through it all there was only one person who was rude, I feel she was dealing with something outside of the event because she was so out of place, she was invisible to all around her.  I felt so bad for her, but she was too touchy to reach out to; there was no time for that negative stuff; with all those happy  beautiful women together, they were all so positive she did not matter. Anyway I could go on and on. 
 Port Townsend is a mecca for art and talent and as much fun as it was I can't imagine doing it again, I think I am too old; then again when I hit that walkway I was special and fleet of foot I danced, winked and flirted and it was so much fun.  Thank you Port Townsend and my dear children you gave me a memory I will never forget.

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Leaves of God Fall 2009

My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost

I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall

Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow

Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin

Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall

So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall

The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston