No problem for me to decide what to wear — in summer, it’s either a dashiki or a Hawaiian shirt from Goodwill. Although these days I’m beginning to worry about being mistaken for one of those angry rebels. Anyway — I started dressing people today. And turned some into people of color. Mud festivals always need diversity! To clear my head I’d amble outside into the heat occasionally and pull weeds from my rose bed. I even drove to Ellsworth and bought 3 bales of straw, then mulched my potatoes! Dripping with sweat, it was pure heaven to sit and paint outfits. Tomorrow I’ll worry about that woman’s fingers….
Margie Guyot Art 