THE ARTISTIC KID......Part 1
Sometime in my long ago youth, I decided that I would become an "artist." I was not really aware of what the word entailed but I knew I wanted to create things, to make some magic, to invent.
My earliest recollection of this passion, was a week before Easter in the early 50's (I was about eleven or twelve years old).
Easter in my small town involved attending church where all of the ladies in the congregation would deck themselves out in a new hat (bonnet was not in my vocabulary at the time). Earlier in the week, my mother was a bit forlorn because she had no new fancy finery to place on her head.
The obedient son to the rescue! On the sly, I invaded her closet and selected an old but rather worn chapeau that I intended to revamp. It was a simple black (almost "pillbox") hat that I quickly adorned with a pale blue scarf covering the crown (with assorted safety pins). I then opened her jewelry box and found a brooch to adorn my creation...…..It still didn't look right so I took and enormous hat pin and stuck it through the. brooch.
Almost there...……...But not quite.
Oh , wait I know! Back to the "jewelry box." "Pop-it" beads were very popular at the time and I quickly put a dozen or so into my design. (sort of hanging off of the pinned brooch)….. I know this is hard to picture and I wish I had a photo to show you.
But more than that , I wish I had a snapshot of my mother who proudly wore that rather funny hat to church amidst many smiles and snickers and simply told anyone who deigned to comment, "My talented son made this." Ah, thanks mom.
My earliest recollection of this passion, was a week before Easter in the early 50's (I was about eleven or twelve years old).
Easter in my small town involved attending church where all of the ladies in the congregation would deck themselves out in a new hat (bonnet was not in my vocabulary at the time). Earlier in the week, my mother was a bit forlorn because she had no new fancy finery to place on her head.
The obedient son to the rescue! On the sly, I invaded her closet and selected an old but rather worn chapeau that I intended to revamp. It was a simple black (almost "pillbox") hat that I quickly adorned with a pale blue scarf covering the crown (with assorted safety pins). I then opened her jewelry box and found a brooch to adorn my creation...…..It still didn't look right so I took and enormous hat pin and stuck it through the. brooch.
Almost there...……...But not quite.
Oh , wait I know! Back to the "jewelry box." "Pop-it" beads were very popular at the time and I quickly put a dozen or so into my design. (sort of hanging off of the pinned brooch)….. I know this is hard to picture and I wish I had a photo to show you.
But more than that , I wish I had a snapshot of my mother who proudly wore that rather funny hat to church amidst many smiles and snickers and simply told anyone who deigned to comment, "My talented son made this." Ah, thanks mom.
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