Now we're unpacking boxes. This has inspired/required me to reorganize my storage instead of just tossing things into cabinets. It's like refolding and restacking the fabric stash--you know it will all fit and be accessible in the end, but the process takes a while. Today I plan to be back in the studio, putting some paint onto fabric samples.
I thought you might like to see Gee Gee and me together. Here we are in Virginia, MN in 1945. (I'm the taller one on the right.)
We haven't changed much, but the fur hoods don't fit any more--and nobody wears woolen snow pants in Texas. I think our mother made the outfits, as it was wartime and clothing purchases were limited. I remember that several years later she made us snow pants out of our dad's uniforms. I guess repurposing cloth is in the genes.
The scan didn't come out nearly as bright as the real thing, but no matter. I have several small samples to alter with paint and maybe some stamps or stencils, fooling around to see what I can get. At some point I'll know when to stop. I hope, anyway.