This green shibori dyed silk charmeuse and devore was unwrapped from the pole, hung on the clothes line, then transformed via serger and sewing machine for an evening of play and strut. You can find her at Koi Gallery in the Galt Hotel in Louisville.
Artemisia, old, wise and playful, arrived in a bark beret, brings violets and greens. (The secret ingredient for achieving a powerful menopause).This gathering, my dear, is the beginning of unknown inquiries. We have no idea what we are going to inquire about. With blue beads in her hair, Honeyrose, the woman I am to become, says, “Our life is not our circumstances, our life is our story.” I gather the Garden Girls to discuss concerns significant not only to our selves but to every weed, tree and shrub that surrounds us.
excerpt from my memoir, The Garden Girls Letters and Journal