Blue Batiste Skirt

Amy and I went to Prospect Park yesterday where the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. There were wedding parties posing for photographs,  parents photographing their children and of course flowers and trees were photographed with abandon. The ground was dappled with sunlight. It was joyous.

I photographed Amy by a lavish sea of tulips--yellow, red, crimson all bright and seemingly happy. As I stood on the petal strewn lawn Amy took this photograph.

I had finished the cotton batiste skirt that afternoon. It has a zipper closure in the back, sewn  in place by hand because machine stitches lay too heavily on the breeze-like batiste. A discarded linen sheet was made into this blouse, a left-over piece of cloth became a sash. (How comfortable it is to wear a sash. The quasi-weightlifter's belt has merit outside of the gym.) The hat, made with a deep crown, initially seemed too big. Having discovered it is possible to put my hair up under the hat it has now become a favorite. Hats were the first step in making a completely homemade wardrobe.  


David O. wanted a bear. It was slightly intimidating--maybe because a teddy bear is the Holy Grail of childhood toys. I put it off until one day it was Bear Day. 

As it turned out, it more or less became Bear Week. There are now three bears, two blue and one pink. The fabric is the sort one might scoff at because of its Dr. Suessian hues--and secretly long for because it is preternaturally soft. It is perfect for a bear.  

(Teddy Bears; chenille with polyfil, buttons and suede, 2010)