I’m lucky enough to have a friend who tells me she wishes she could go inside my head for a little while and look around. And, as I told her, right now it’s pretty cool in there. I have figures and creations everywhere you look, in every corner, in every nook and in every cranny. Some of them are wearing finery for the Halloween ball, one figure is in shades of caramel, creams and burnt orange, another in floaty copper fabric and black velvet while one obviously Scottish lass is wearing plaid with frothy lace ruffles. Off in another space are a pair of pumpkin headed male cheerleaders with old letter sweaters and orange and black checked cuffed trousers. One figure walks around with a sandwich board proclaiming the Halloween events as he sells raffle tickets. There are teetering stacks of materials everywhere, wonderful loden green wools along with black, dark orange, deep russet and dark gray, there are velvets, a few brocades, tweeds and plaids, silky creams and whites as well as prints. A few open drawers hold trims and feathers, buttons galore, pins and brooches. There is a soundtrack, too, my voice telling the stories of each of the figures, the ladies going to their first ball and the one who will meet the love of her life before the evening ends, those two male cheerleaders whose team at Goblin High hopes to win the championship and the sandwich board man who only has a few tickets left.
“Get your tickets here! Halloween! One Night Only!”
Yeah, it’s pretty cool in there right now. And as I work to transform what seems so real inside my head to something similar outside my head, I hope to make things pretty cool out here, too.
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Ah, inside Z's head. Always sharp as a pin and charming as a pretty girl trying to talk her way out of a ticket. But, there's also an odd sense of humor that laughs at me when I'm reading the recipes of the can of Spam. Oh well.
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