Tuesday, November 8
New suede.. gloves
I nearly missed yet another EBEW - but how could I ever forgive myself when the theme is colored tights?! You know I rarely wear any other kind :)
These gloves are my favourites right now. In a class of their cosy own they make me feel like I am a trapper, camping out in the woods, drinking whiskey and chewing tobacco. Fighting bears.
Actually I am casting myself as the baddies in Jean-Jacques Annaud's The Bear.
Think life-action Bambi without words. You can see a few scenes here. It was shown at my primary school when I was little. I sobbed loudly most of the way through the bear cub's 96 minute story and my teacher had a little heart to heart about the difference between reality and fiction with me after the showing ;)
Primary school was full of secret rituals, made up languages and gold stars for me. There was a lot of nerve wrecking study to obtain said gold stars but also afternoons roaming the nearby woods, playing in stables, attics and haylofts. Boys pulling up your skirts, mud sucking at your boots, building dams in inconvenient places, moaning about how I always had to be Franz-Joseph and never got to play the empress Sissi. Riding our bikes back and forth and back and forth along the local streets, making rumbling motor noises and coming to screeching emergency stops. Home at dusk, in bed listening to the big children's laughter echoing through the crisp evening air. Remember the bitter sting of bed time? All the amazing things I grumpily imagined must be happening while I was asleep.
At night I'd dream a small selection of dreams over and over. Red and green and blue and yellow robots chasing me, running on the spot, paralyzed amidst their cheerful yet somehow menacing clockwork toy shapes. Some nights mortality caught up with me, worms and insects invading my body, the earth consuming me. Other nights our home would be turned into a dripstone cave, mighty stalactites growing from our ceilings like a million million knife blades. Another technicolor dream had me watching myself in the mirror ripping mask after mask from my face, desperate to find who was hidden beneath, but only ever uncovering another mask, and another and another. Red ones, green, yellow and blue.
At the time these dreams had me frantic but now I like to remember the colourful picture book imagery . Once the horror is gone there is a distinct beauty to it all :) Maybe I could make a million little toy robots my next craft adventure and populate the doll house with yesteryear's technological torments?
How about you?
Do you have some memorable childhood dreams or nightmares to share?
Well, have a great start to the week and don't let the bedbugs bite ;)
poof-ball hat: tesco
jacket: tulle via time enough for drums
sooo cosy suede gloves: boots
blouse, skirt and brooch: etsy