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Friday, December 9, 2011

How a Paintshirt Becomes One

A needle 
threaded by help of 
new readers 
lays easy in my hand 
sliding stitches full of color 
in and out. Today I 
will only think
about sewing (I think), 
so an unstained shirt
is worn. In between
stitches, I see glue is
needed right now
to keep loose ends 
together. Before its 
stickiness has time to 
dry, I wonder if another
layer of paint should be 
put on that board waiting 
in the corner. Oh, and those 
strips need chalked along
the edges. Content, 
I wipe my hands before
getting back to my needle. 
Another paint shirt is born
hand printed with colors 
lifted from life. Don't 
suggest an apron, I 
was only going to sew. 


6 comments:

Kathleen Overby said...

Please tell me I'm not alone. Please? :) hahahaha.

laurie said...

I love it.....I relate. More about grease from the dinner I wasn't going to create. Another shirt bites the dust....

Maureen said...

This is wonderful, Kathleen!

Anonymous said...

Been there done that, more than once. Great poem!
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Louise Gallagher said...

How delightful!

I have several such shirts and always looking for new ones to adorn!

Anonymous said...

Very good, such a visual trip into your world. you need a coat rack in your work room to hang these treasures on .