"One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes." -The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Monday, September 3, 2012

Just an EGG in someones else's nest

There are so many things that I notice when I drive through the country side and so many things I say without knowing the true meaning of what I say. I have contemplated being silent.
How do you shut it off?
I think about how much I like to see large black and white polka dots; not really polka dots but dotted areas of color, as in, a dairy cow, or a herd of geese. Or is that a gaggle? I notice that all of the cows are pointing in the very same direction. I try to use common sense to answer the questions which come from my overly sensitive vision. If I must, I Google for the answers. Once in a while, it is more interesting to contemplate many reasons why this may be so or that may be so. . .Fodder for yet another story, perhaps? Maybe, my answer is more interesting even if not true. Maybe, just entertaining?
Well, I talked to my little sis today and my new French Pantaloons came up in our conversation which sparked one of the curious moments that stop me cold. She asked if I really I planned to wear these out in public, I said of course, I will. I think they are wonderful. I might photograph them on myself and put that onto my blog, first, Droopy Drawers and all.

Droopy Drawers: these are the words. . .How many times have you said or thought that? Just what did you mean when you said or thought that? I always think of a baby in diapers. . .full diapers. But, what if the saying comes from an earlier time when pantaloons were the favored wear? They are made so that there is a lot of room in the back to drop them. This whole topic is making me laugh.

This is a story of a little part of the day in my life.

Do you know about cowbird?

Johnathan Harris: Cowbird This is a great thing to do.

What about your day?


Sunday, September 2, 2012

CowBird Sweetheart

I have related a story before about how I would tap dance and sing at 6:00 A.M. "I want to be a cowboys sweetheart." This I told you was when I was about 4 years old.

Well, I am singing a new song and doing a new dance. . .

I want to be a cowbird's sweetheart. Or maybe, I want to be just me, be nobody's sweetheart. Just be the cowbird?

Do you know what I am talking about?

Dusty Trails to you,
until we meet again,


Saturday, September 1, 2012

French Couture Vintage

Isn't that such a pretty word?

Yesterday I spent the day on a quest, a quest to find something
worth keeping, not just another thing, while I tromped up and down
the hills and valleys of Hillsville, Virginia, in sweltering heat all by myself,
at the yearly flea-market that is held on Labor Day Weekend.
A million people were doing the same thing. Well, I am sure they
were on some kind of quest, not necessarily like mine.

I found a wonderful pair of French pantaloons. One of the buttons is worn away
to the point it is noticeable. But that is OK

These are truly beautiful in the way they are styled and stitched;
to perfection.

Even though they ARE darned in a few places with matching linen thread
I will wear these, not as an undergarment but over a ballet leotard along
with a nice camisole top of black knitted fabric with some sort of
great jewelry.

There are even two monogrammed letters which are perfectly

There are two side plackets which button. The stitching is so perfect.

French seams the way they should be done.

Darts to make them fit about the waist without bulk in the front.

They tie in the back and the seat drops down I suppose as they
were intended.

Beautiful embroidery cutwork going down both sides of the legs which is also
executed with great perfection.

The seams are sewn by machine, which is probably a singer.
I read somewhere recently that the singer sewing machine
was the very most important invention to change the world.
It made it possible for cloth to be sewn into garments so quickly
that it is known as one of the great liberators of human beings.
I also think about the sweatshops where children worked sewing.
Everything has two sides.

These photographs are from  my cell phone, so they are what they are.

A vintage wooden spool of thread that is a mauve color which (the dye
stuff) is derived from Coal.

It was a wonderful day where I saw many interesting things and people.
Have a wonderful LABOR DAY!
Wish you were here!


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