you may say I'm a dreamer….

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Eyelashes in Ochre Light

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Riding a horse through Central Park, sauntering slowly and leisurely. Letting the creative flow slowly build, no rush, relishing the freedom to explore.  I started making a mental list for all the supplies and materials I would need to create the ochre satchel I had been commissioned to design for Ralph Lauren. HA! yeah, really… in my dreams.

1. The finest subtle Italian leather in ochre I could source

2. Antique brass buckles, brads and grommets

3. Silk lining material in buttercream, and a vintage pattern for pocket interior

4. heavy-duty thread for sewing

etc. etc. etc.

I was deep in thought.  My horse dipped his head to the grass to eat a dandelion.  Golden light falling all around on green grass. The way the light caught the horse’s eyelashes was so beautiful.  My heart swelled and I felt happy to have special bond with this beast.  A cinematic moment.

But the magic, the quietude, slipped away as quickly as it came.  I looked up to see a crowd of people demonstrating in front of a movie theatre.  Hoping there was no violence to come and selfishly disappointed my train of thought had been disturbed before I could complete my supplies list.  I was on a mission to make cool stuff and I lost the flow… hoping to capture it again…just sit….and feel the light….it will come.

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So while I’m at it, I’d like to make a pair of vintage cowboy boots and bicycle touring saddle too!

 

 

Dreamers Notes:

Horse eyelash found on Tumblr~ Oh To Live on A Farm

Ochre satchel – Ralph Lauren

Ochre boots – Vintage found on Pinterest

Ochre bike saddle – Brooks B17 Touring Saddle

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Castles in the Sand

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I’ve always wanted to host a family reunion in Hawaii.  NOT going to happen, so that is why I dreamed about it instead.

We were all there, feeling the island breezes, sand between the toes, kids running around and splashing in the waves,

making castles in the sand, everyone….. just  r e l a x i n g

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Wait…. who is that kid with the poodle hair?  All wet and curly, shaking off the sea, like a dog.  

Oh, that must not actually have been his hair…

And then there was the food!

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 I was roasting a turkey with pineapple and ginger, it smelled intoxicating.  

Did you know the pineapple is the international symbol for hospitality?  

I have stayed in a Hawaiian hotel with pineapples carved into the bedposts, so Victorian, but cool.

A pineapple in a dream may represent success… or in my case, just a craving!

I wasn’t aware of this sauce by Stonewall Kitchen before, I must try this.

Well, weirdly enough, the dream ended before I had any real connection or conversation with my siblings,

which I am sure, was the intent and message of the dream to begin with.  

I must make some phone calls.  And book a flight!

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“…dreamt a perfect dream and it all fell down
oh, just tell me we’re happy,
just building castles in the sand, just building castles in the sand…”

 ~ the Philosopher Kings, Castle in the Sand

 

 

 

Dreamer’s Notes:

Gorgeous Photo, playing in waves by LOLAMEDIA on 500px.com … these girls remind me of my childhood, so freeeeeeee!

Sandy Feet Photo from Redbook magazine … not a care in the world!

Relax Photo found on vi.sualize.us  

Poodle Hat by BriAbbyHMA on ETSY….   just adorable!

Food Photos found on Pinterest.  Roast Turkey via Southern Living…  

*  I found lots of recipes for turkey burgers with sliced pineapple, but not for whole roasted turkey, so if you know of one, please forward.

Hawaii Family Reunion photo by: Flytographer via Pinterest ….. must make this dream a reality!


Dance of the Feather

 

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A dog barks in the night.

“What’s up dawg?”

“Not much, same old trix.”

“Wanna go to this conference-festival thingy?”

“Yeah, lets go.”

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It’s all very EST-BurningMan-ChildhoodSleepOverCamp, in the woods with lots of little cabins and small funky buildings.

My bunk house is a convoluted set up of small rooms at odd angles, and I am in the loft.  I can touch the ceiling from my sleeping pad.

Someone has scratched some words into the worn white wood planks with a nail, I traced them with my finger.

“A feather is not a Bird – The Rain is not the Sea – A stone is not a Mountain – But a River runs through Me”

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We are sitting in a circle on the ground, kumbaya, campfire style. Waiting for the guru-teacher-speaker-zen master-camp director-truth teller to begin the presentation.  A person, but not a person, a spirit but not a spirit.  A feather but not a bird…

I was feeling a little anxious and I was looking for some answers.

But what exactly, is the question? Is that a knot in my stomach or an ache in my heart?

 

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The firelight begins to flicker and fade and brighten.  The glow dissolves into candlelight.

The circle is now an elegant table setting… the scene is b&w but slightly colorized by the lighting and glint of tiaras and pearls we are all now wearing.

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The guru, teacher, host is going around tapping people on the shoulder and guiding them to the dance floor.

“Hello, may I have this dance?”

Floating, swirling, twirling, I glide into wakefulness of another day.

I open my eyes to sunlight softly filtering through the window.

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I am sure to find a feather today!

Dreamer’s Notes:

Girl with Feather photo from rootsandfeathers.com via Pinterest

Campfire from Pinterest

Grace Kelly found on Pinterest – Did I really just dream I look like Grace Kelly?!

Table setting found on the brides guide at Martha Steward Weddings

Sunlight in Window – photo by Polly Wreford from Dust Jacket on bloglovin

Feather Lyric by Rosanne Cash from The River and the Thread

Humans Quote by Beau Taplin, water born via Tumblr