This little skirt is bound for Afghanistan as well, and with the construction and delivery of "Marie was a little girl once too", I have found myself in a wonderful but somewhat unfamiliar place. I am strapped running like the white rabbit himself between openings and runnings of plays--and that has a lot to do with paying rent--but also, I am taking a little time in the midst of long theatre hours to look back on a few months very, very well spent . . . designing, stitching, and MOST OF ALL--CONNECTING. I have wallowed in websites, emailed many strangers who have become contacts, listened to stories heart rending and inspiring, and received many kindnesses, donations, and words of wisdom along the way. So where now Audreydresses? My wish is to continue creating beautiful dresses and skirts for girls of need, to ever widen my circle of artist friends, and to keep on keeping on constructing a life of meaning and purpose through my art and stitching . . . with the help of many dogs of course. Love always!
You already know that one of the most important reasons I make my dresses is to maintain a sense of connection, and to feel like I have a place in the world. A local dentist has dedicated his life to a self-contained, state of the art dental clinic which he flies to Afghanistan. His dream is so grand, and everything has been collected and made by him in order to help the people of Afghanistan maintain their smiles and healthy teeth. I am beyond proud to send my little messengers of satin, tulle, beads, donated fabric (thanks Linda and Sharlene!!), and even a happy chameleon to Afghanistan with Dr. Jim Rolfe. My sincere hope is that in some small way they can bridge the many miles and make at least three little girls feel so, so beautiful and appreciated. Oh! And I would never eat a chameleon! Dash calls them the Corgis of the Lizard world.
Just in case you were wondering . . . an artist's life never runs like clockwork. Unless the clock in mention is the one from the Tea Party which was full of butter and crumbs. And yesterday, after the Auction Dress, I hit the wall. Throwing caution to the wind and four dogs in my little car, we all went on a fabric buying trip down south, stopping at every beach and park along the way. A Grand Explore for sure. And we were rewarded for our journey with a storm which hung right off the coast, never quite hitting full on. The beaches were blessedly empty of people and rival dogs and my four reveled in gale force winds, huge crashing surf, gulls who never needed to flap their wings sailing overhead, and umm . . .lots of wet sand. Here is Fox, my co-pilot, begging for an after beach Pringle and guarding my new purple fabric destined for a dress traveling to Afghanistan. Can you see it in my bag? The glorious Auction Dress which was in my life for much too short a time. And yes. I do feel better. Thanks.