Yesterday I left my office world of flat screens and words to go to the Fashion Department's Tie Dye workshop. My department donated supplies. I took pictures.
I find the process of bunching up the cloth in rubber bands and applying the dye to be soothing in a strange way. Even taking pictures of others doing it was a balm:
I often wish I could do more with fabric and color in my daily life.
Some days, I wish I was paid to turn cloth into wonderful colors. I am probably paid more to administer a college department than I would be if I was paid to dye cloth.
I was struck by all the dress forms around the department.
But these forms are so tiny--where are the forms that show us the proportions of larger women? I'm not the only one who has noticed this. I loved this bit of resistance (if you can't read the words, someone wrote "Thick Gurls are way better" and "Big Giirl Sexy"--are the misspellings intentional? Let's say they are):
On my way out, I stopped to admire the window that the fashion students had put together. You may or may not be able to discern an Alice in Wonderland theme:
Then, last night, my spouse and I made valentines for my nephew, who has just discovered the U.S. Mail and who yearns for mail. I can completely relate!
My spouse made the more professional looking one:
I made a book with glue that oozed everywhere.
A final reminder:
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