Behold, my new coat! Well, in its newish incarnation. I bought it a few years ago in Omaha, my first time out; it's made of Kashmiracle. I wore it to some parties and when I was escorted to the plane via the runway, but it wasn't ...right. And I am incredibly precise about what I like. I gave it to my mother and it hung in her closet for a couple years until I was in Maryland the week before last and I thought of the orphaned coat, and I said, It's conceptually perfect; all it needs is for someone to take off the buttons, sew up the buttonholes, and make a sash belt out of the bottom two inches. And voila, the ladies at One Star Fashion on Canal Street did just that. My gift in this life is that I see things in terms of what they could be rather than as they are. It caused me agony throughout my '20s, the conflict, convincing others of value that is plain to me. I wasn't ready to embrace my gift. It wasn't the moment, and I had to learn a lot first. But I don't mind anymore. If everyone could see what I see, it wouldn't be my special skill.
my beautiful girl,and visionary. that is a stunning coat.
Posted by: jackie cerand | January 27, 2010 at 01:51 PM
it must have been hard to be you as a teenager what with all the visionary power-- (I think there's a great comic book story in here somewhere)-- so glad you OWN those powers now cause you make the world a better place fo' sho'
Posted by: Elizabeth | January 30, 2010 at 08:57 AM