On the 12th day of Chickmas…my true love gave to me…
twelve baubles dangling
eleven chicklets piping
ten chicklets leaping
nine chicklets dancing
seven stars a twinkling
six hens a laying
FIVE GOLD RINGS
four calling birds
three French hens
two turtle loves
and a chicklet in a pear tree
Tammy…
It’s just not a party without the Chicklets 🌷
The party is winding down. Tammy is taking the last group of riders around The Coop. There is much chirping and peeping with joy.
It’s a happy day, filled with wonderful treats from Holly, Resa and Beth, who always add to the wonder.
Sisters Allison and Meeka are working on the stage for next weekend’s poetry reading…
I hope I don’t get all shy like I always do….
Everything seems to be in order. There’s a tall microphone for Holly, Reasa and maybe Melanie, and a short one for everyone else. Ten chicklets are set to read one or two poems each, so it should be fun.
The food is going to be wonderful and everyone at The Coop is curious about the humans. Resa and Holly are dressing up, for the event. The Costume Committee is very excited about that. They have a lot of questions about sewing.
Tango…
Brilliant, passionate, mysterious…. Gigi.
he sat in the small dark bar
watching her dance the tango
passion played out
on an ancient wooden floor
the man holding her
was pressed tightly
against her long lean body
she was beautiful
graceful
and moved with confidence and ease
her black dress clinging to her curves
her black heels making noise
only when she wanted them to do so
the man was madly in love with her
anyone could see that
but she hardly seemed to notice
so lost in the music
and the moment
unaware of anything else
if he could dance
he would walk onto the floor
and tear her away from him
take her for himself
he blinked
horrified by his own thoughts
when he looked up
she was staring at him
as if she had read his mind
he couldn’t move
she laughed into the man’s shoulder
and looked away
his heart was…
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Holly (the poet) was the only human asked to read a poem. Nan is in the Poetry Room. The frame for Holly’s poem has a sticky note saying, “Holly’s poem.” The chicklets drew her picture, which on the bottom shelf of the bookcase. As soon as they get a copy of her poem they will let you know.
So, I am getting that poem together for the Chicklets as we speak! Also, the portrait is fantastic, I enjoyed posing for it too. I’m glad I was having a good hair day.
Thank you Chicklets. Peep.
Mademoiselle Emily
A beautiful tribute to Gigi by Resa. I tried to capture her with words but she’s already poetry. 🌺
Did you ever channel a white cat, a wedding gown and Jean Harlow?
Well then you know it comes out an Art Gown, and that Art Gown is dedicated to;
Georgiann Carlson from Rethinking Life blog. Georgiann’s blog is full of art, Chicklets, creative writing, flowers, Chicago, Emily and opinions.
Deciding it must be a Harlow 1930’s style movie star gown, dictated a bias cut.
Admittedly, being a rank amateur in working with bias, I was cursed with many problems. Nonetheless, it’s a challenge I’ve wanted to tackle for a long time.
Designers, like Chanel and Vionnet, championed the anti-corset generation. Finally, women could feel more comfortable in their clothes.
At a liquidation sale, I found an 18″ wide bordeur lace for $0.50/yard.
What costs $0.50 these days? I bought 75 yards.
Thinking like a cat, I decided to shred the lace.
Using scissors for claws, I deconstructed the…
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Life… A poem
my
blood
has
been
replaced
by
watercolors
my
fingers
are
turning
into
paint
brushes
and
colored
pencils
my
head
is
filled
with
words
and
my
arms
are
full
of
books
partially
filled
journals
and
thick
absorbant
paper
that
longs
for
the
touch
of
wet
paint
just
another
day
paint
draw
write
read
repeat
Okay, so…I was talking to the chicklets and…
It’s Gigi with the Chicklets!
I asked them to help me show what society/culture does to people and what it’s like to be free, open, and creative. They got to work immediately and three of the chicklets walked into the Rubber Duck Pond to show how depressing and closed off society/culture makes everyone. They put on shades to show how it blinds people and crushes their spirits. Clarence demonstrated what it was like to be free and creative. I think they did a fantastic job and I thanked them very much. They said they hoped they got the message across and I told them that I thought they did it beautifully.
