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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The Compost of Life
The lady in the blue dress might be remembered as the first feminist/writer.
Paula Panich wrote lovingly in her blog At Play in the Fields of L.A. about how in 2011 a woman writer working in the wee hours of her 1921 writing cottage in LA relates to Christine de Pizan in 1405 France.
The monastic dress reminded me of my own exploration of fashion.
In 2011 Susan Maxwell erased the ex-boyfriend and dropped in scenery
In 1972, when other girls bought new dresses off the racks for every event, I took my sketches to a dressmaker in Hacienda Heights. The influence of Franco Zeffirelli's 1968 film classic Romeo and Juliette is clear the satin lined midnight blue velvet trimmed in handmade German lace formal gown.
The lady-tailor measured and sent me away with fabric requirements. On a cost per dress- it was far and away the most expensive dress when it premiered at the Monte Vista High School winter formal held at the Diamond Bar Country Club. However, I've never been one to be caught in the must- have- new -dress- for- every- event culture. The cost pro-rated over the number of events a young lady with concerts and dates attended in her junior and senior years, it turned out to not just be an signature look: over the time it fit- it saved money. My own.
It is hard to believe that it is 39 years since I fell in love with the idea that is Diamond Bar at a dance.
Two days ago under the brightest of blue sky the bright white beacons of bacopa blossom and thick tendrils of donkey tail sedum dripped over the side of the terra cotta planter beneath the kumquat tree. This morning we awoke to the sound of the 40% chance of rain tap dancing on the patio roof.
I leave you with the Pasadena Fiction Writer's Group approval of the lightness of freshly squeezed tangerine juice swirled with Proseco. And a thought.
Nothing goes to waste in a life well lived. It is all compost in the garden of our time on earth.
Even if the old boyfriend turns out not to be Cary Grant. That can be fixed.
Thank you to Susan Maxwell for her help in "fixing" history with her photo shop wizardry.