Wednesday, July 3, 2013
This is a dream fish. As you can see it is tattered and torn from years of protection against bad dreams.
It was given to Wesley by her best friend Tyler's mom in kindergarten. Our dog Tyler was named after him and he was as close a friend as anyone could be, loyal and true.
His mom was a wonder. She knit her children beautiful sweaters, built teepees in the house, organic gardened like no one I knew at the time, sewed, baked, home schooled, she could even put a car engine back together! and she was a wonderful story teller. and she was beautiful, inside and out.
About the time Wesley hit 5 years, she started having scary monster dreams. Tyler did too. His mom made both of them one of these dream fish, the softest thing you ever held, I swear. And it worked. The bad dreams went away the day the fish swam into our house. It is a precious treasure.
I have always wanted to try and make one, and for some reason today I got a wild hair and made one. I cut out a random pattern and got out my fabric stash and had a go. It's pretty damn cute! I had so much fun using my sewing machine. I thought it was going to be a clay day, but I have some childish and petty things going on in my head regarding clay, and I need to get that dealt with first. Lord, do we ever grow up!? Thanks to a very nice customer for her email today telling me how much she liked my houses and wants more. That will help with the psycho drama going on in my head!
I know a little girl that is about to hit the scary dream age and I thought this might be a nice thing to pass on to her. It's smaller than Wesley's but she is a tiny thing, so it will be just perfect. I hope it passes on the protection of dreams just like Wesley's fish has...........
and guess what? it's raining as I type this, it's just bizarre, this weather. Sorry for the crap photos, but I ain't seen the sunshine in I don't know when! Hard to get a good photo in this dark house.