Rhapsody in Ribbon
I admit it… I’m addicted to ribbon. I literally have a visceral, mouth-watering, eye-dilating response to the colors and textures combining… (Same for great cookies but that’s another post).
As a rule of thumb, encouraging someone with an addiction isn’t a good idea. And, one day before our tour of markets were to begin, Colleen and I were discussing the display when she suggested that I buy some ribbon to tie on our hangers to show our t-shirts… “You know,” she said, “the way you do ribbons… Just put a few ribbons on a couple of hangers.” I could feel the smile run across my face as I envisioned the mounds of colors as I went tripping through the aisles of the hobby store…
My addiction soon became apparent as Colleen began to tussle with metal hooks tangling in loops of gathered bows while working with customers. And, my duty became spending morning moments prior to each day’s market entranced in the reworking and tending my lovely stands of color - - in the delight of my stupor!