The creative and spiritual journey of a (textile) recycler. . .

I have thought about starting a blog for a long time now. I just couldn’t seem to get started. I thought. . what would I say, what would I do and really . . . . . who would care.

Last year I had the great fortune to witness a ‘happening’. As a spouse at a reunion (I know, groan) I was both an observer and participant. This reunion was attended by some of the most creative and talented people on the face of the planet. Really, no exaggeration! But many were holding onto life long insecurities. They didn’t think they were talented enough and embarrassed to perform in front of each other for fear of . . who knows . . . finger pointing, whispers, laughter, ridicule of some sort for sure. Once it was revealed that many shared the same feelings, the healing began. And I was the lucky one. I got to witness it all and benefit as well.

So, the message is that we all think we are not good enough compared to someone else, but we are. Don’t let your fears and insecurities stop you. We can’t measure our own success by someone else’s talents.

This revelation and the kindness / support of strangers has propelled my creative journey to a place I had given up ever getting to. Tho I thought my creative juices were dried up forever, they have merely been reawakened. Many thanks to all involved in my process, including in-part . . Victoria B, Mrs. W., Charles Mc., Claudia H, Mary B, Cindy G, Sandy B, Traci B., Kat C, and my IAA family. So, thank you. I dedicate this blog to all of you!

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Recycled memories?

Last night while driving home in the rain, a song from the 70's shot out of the radio and straight into my heart. 'It's Raining Men' by the Weather Girls. I quickly began recycling old memories. Can you recycle memories? I think so. I think we have our favorites that we recall on a regular basis, but every once in a while something jogs our memory and a long forgotten one pushes to the surface. That's what happened to me in the car. Hearing Martha Wash belt out that "It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men!" I started to smile and bop my head to that driving beat. 

"Humidity's rising - Barometer's getting low
According to all sources, the street's the place to go
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half-past ten
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men."

Makes you want to giggle doesn't it? How can you be in a bad mood after hearing THAT?

I was quickly transported to that time when sewing (unless it was to make dresses for dancing) and being creative was less important. Not because there was no interest, but just due to time constraints. The music and dancing were the priority and sewing was a means of having something wonderful and comfortable to wear while doing it. My free time was filled by spending it with friends on the dance floor . . . at bars, parties, someone's house. . . where ever there was music. I loved life. . my friends . . and dancing. . . with that driving beat hitting my chest, pumping in my head and making my feet do magical things.

"It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!
I'm gonna go out to run and let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet!
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men! Every Specimen!
Tall, blonde, dark and lean
Rough and tough and strong and mean"

I'm still friends with all those dancer folks from days gone by. Tho we all live in different cities and states now, it's wonderful to keep in touch whether by phone, email, Facebook. . .  whatever.  We have all grown up together so to speak, and the individual journeys we have all taken is a marvel in itself. We've aged quite a bit. Most all of us have some grey hair and creaky joint issues. But hey, those memories will live on. I also thought about the people I have lost touch with and shouldn't have or those that have passed on. Again, it's all part of spiritual growth. Nothing stays the same. Every day is a new experience and a new set of rules. I'm thankful for everyone who has touched my life, good or bad. They have made me who I am today. A piece of everything and everyone shows up in my art work, my confidence (or lack of in some cases), and my creative energy.

Thank you Paul Jabara for writing this song and giving me such wonderful memories to recycle and reflect on. Your music brought a lot of people together, made us happy. (He also wrote thank G-d it's Friday with Donna Summer)

"G-d bless Mother Nature, she's a single woman too
She took off to heaven and she did what she had to do
She taught every angel to rearrange the sky
So that each and every woman could find her perfect guy
It's Raining Men! Yeah!"

p.s. I still have fabric scraps from those dresses and have been using them in my art quilts. So how's that for recycling!


  1. I love this post. I've been recycling poems I wrote 40 years ago, just running around in my head. Lots of space there.

  2. Now I can't get this song out of my head!