Posted in dress on February 11, 2009 | 3 Comments »
This is the style of how my grandmother Ellen and her sisters would dance, and this is the sound of the kind of music Aunt Mae would play, by ear, on her upright piano. And if they were still living, the Harney sisters would be peers of Doris Eaton Travis.
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Posted in dress, word on December 28, 2008 | 2 Comments »
What I got for Christmas?
A gray ruana. (Thanks, Mom!)
Noticing my furrowed brow as I tried it on, Lydia said enthusiastically, “Even celebrities are wearing them.”
Soon, I’ll step out in my ruana, and join the celebrities. As soon as I figure out what to wear with.
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Posted in dress, found on October 29, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I’ve been studying the fashionable subjects at Advanced Style for a few weeks.
Today, a vision in gray, my favorite color.
(Is gray a color?)
Posted in change, dress, parent on October 26, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Grace watched me get dressed. It was a skirt day, and I was yanking on some tights.
“I don’t understand why people like tights,” she said. “Uncomfortable.”
“They’re okay.” I shrugged.
Her face was scrunched with doubt.
“I could never be president,” Grace declared, almost as if someone had just that moment asked her to seek her party’s nomination.
“Uh, [...]
Posted in artist, dress, stitch on November 11, 2007 | 2 Comments »
How floating this is, yet how shaped and shapely. The fabric appears to be gauze or some sort of soft netting. So fine, it’s translucent; any woman wearing it would find her skin visible through it. It appears so lightweight it may even lack weight. On, I imagine it might feel like someone’s breath or [...]
Posted in artist, dress, stitch, word on August 29, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
After reading my friend Lauren’s lovely short essay, “Paper Trails,” about the archives left in her care by three deceased relatives, I thought about my own files of cards and letters from people, once dear, who are now dead to me, whether or not they are still living: Aunt Elsie; Ellen, my maternal grandmother; Nicole, [...]
I'm Jane Kokernak, a writer who teaches college students and also gardens, makes things, and putters around. Here I blog about all that and sometimes digress; favorite people make an occasional appearance, too. Send e-mail to jane dot kokernak @ gmail dot com.