another day in paradise

Paradise, being my studio. It's been a whole week of feeling as though I am on vacation: no obligations to anyone else, no appointments, no hassles, and not one message on the answering machine. Rare and precious. Time for creativity, time for lunch and tea with good friends, and even time to bake. Renewal of spirit -- now all I need is a week at a spa so my body can be renewed, as well. Then we have renewal of wardrobe. Notice I did not say NEW wardrobe. I tackled a shirt that had started as a lovely cream color. When it became somewhat yecchy, I dyed it a pale blue. But after a while, even that didn't help. Cut to yesterday: triage for the pale blue t-shirt with stains of unknown origin on it. I batik'd it with one of the tjaps I acquired recently, and then painted some black and indigo dyes on it. Here it is, on my favorite model. It is actually the perfect shade of indigo for my new, $15.99 designer jeans from Costco. As we were leaving to go out for Friday night martinis and dinner at our favorite neighborhood place, I was a study in blue - including last winter's big purchase: my light blue shearling clogs from Cole Haan. It occured to me briefly that the shirt and jeans were better suited to a person half my age than to an old person like me. And then the thought was gone. Who cares? (aside from my mother, who recently asked me "are those the ONLY clothes you have?"). The answer, of course, was yes. I wouldn't have it any other way.