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….

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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.

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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.

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Mademoiselle Emily

A beautiful tribute to Gigi by Resa. I tried to capture her with words but she’s already poetry. 🌺

Art Gowns

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;

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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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