Later, when I was home and started pulling little packets and rolls and envelopes from the bag I began to understand that it was treasure, indeed, of the kind that only such kindred spirits as this group is made up of could understand and recognize. Fabrics—painted, dyed, stitched, bits salvaged from favorite garments or carried home from far-off places or simply gathered for their beauty and uniqueness, or fashioned into a lovely item of usefulness.
And "stuff"—beads and baubles and buttons and things that sparkle and jangle and delight...
Many bits came with beautiful cards or sweet notes and even a pair ocrazy scissors (!) for my wall, but many were included anonymously.
I have spent hours poring over the contents of this magical bag. Never have I received such a gift. I don't know how I will ever thank them for this. It really represents all that I think and feel about this group of charming, crazy, creative people. It is a special joy to know these people of the vibrant clothing and wild jewelry and amazing skill and ready smiles, trailing threads and fibers and scraps and glitter behind as they move through the world. I am so fortunate to have found them!
The week ended with CFG's big blowout, public exhibit, fashion show and art sale. It was pretty great!
This week also marked my blog's 13th birthday. It has been a good week.
And, Kerr Grabowski, wherever you are, we missed you and fervently hope you are feeling better—