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Did you ever feel the need to deconstruct something?


To tear it apart?
I had that urge today,
so I ripped up this skirt
I bought in a thrift store a while back.
Bought it cause I liked the fabric.


As I snip and rip and pluck,
the fog recedes


and as though taking a cue from the leaves as they begin to turn,
my imagination begins to turn
to display ideas for this project.


Which necessitates another trip to a nearby thrift shop for materials.

Of course.


She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.