|still having lots of fun painting these colorful girls from Paint Your Story|
Remember when adulthood hovered
an exciting castle in the air of our expectations?
I imagined it to be a magical transformation into something fuller,more complete and self-contained
When I was a teen the rite of passage was a hippy denim skirt.
I took a pair of old levi’s
and painstakingly ripped out the inseams
each stitch another childhood worry released
and my teenage self liberated one golden thread at a time
from who I had been
who I no longer could bear to be
was the reshaping something new
from stiff and worn denim,
floral print fabric used to fill in the gaps
pushing needle through dense layers - miles of hand sewing!
A thimble used when fingertips became sore
It was an act of determination to complete the thing
I remember the toll
but also the thrill
skinny girl legs stepping into maidenhood
adorned with Love’s lemon fresh
Bonnie Bell lips
New armor and allies
And I remember the surprise -
a floor length denim skirt being very heavy,
and hot to wear
I may had shed some childhood fears,
but I was unprepared for the weight of new ones
Still, I wore that skirt triumphantly,
my badge of adulthood
independence declared one painful stitch at a time.
Happy summer dreaming. It's almost here ...