When I was a little girl I always wanted a purple bicycle. When I was a little girl there were no purple bicycles to be found in my hometown. Daddy bought me a pink bicycle. I did not like pink at all. But it was a bicycle, and so begins the education of accepting what is given to me with grace and thankfulness.
A few years ago a took some photos of bicycles snuggled into their stanchions. It reminded me of the dairy cows in my daddy's milking barn. The juernesys were semi locked into a space with piles of oats as enticement while they were being relieved of their milk. Later on they were replaced by the more productieve holstiens. You might ask, what does this have to do with anything? I might reply, this is just the natural progression of my thoughts.
This piece began as a deep violet bicycle with golden wheels. Those colors were just not as enticing to me as a golden yellow bicycle with violet wheels. Sometimes what you think you wanted is not really what you want at all.
The subdued background may be changing as well. Life is, after all, a work in progress.
A few years ago a took some photos of bicycles snuggled into their stanchions. It reminded me of the dairy cows in my daddy's milking barn. The juernesys were semi locked into a space with piles of oats as enticement while they were being relieved of their milk. Later on they were replaced by the more productieve holstiens. You might ask, what does this have to do with anything? I might reply, this is just the natural progression of my thoughts.
This piece began as a deep violet bicycle with golden wheels. Those colors were just not as enticing to me as a golden yellow bicycle with violet wheels. Sometimes what you think you wanted is not really what you want at all.
The subdued background may be changing as well. Life is, after all, a work in progress.
I love what you have so far!
ReplyDeleteYea! A golden bicycle for the golden years--with the reminiscence of the little girl who loved purple in the wheels. I love the way you've taken a slice of the image. It's much more interesting than showing the whole thing. Looking forward to seeing it develop!
ReplyDeleteI like where this is going!!
ReplyDelete"Sometimes what you think you wanted is not what you want at all"....words of wisdom. I love the section you chose to highlight in your quilt.
ReplyDeleteWonderful post!!!
ReplyDeleteNice to see your process!
ReplyDeleteAfter all, it was good that your dad could not give you a purple bicycle. These are the good lessons of live, even though sometimes we need many years to learn them.
ReplyDeleteA work in progress, for sure. Hopefully.
I like the natural progression of your thoughts.
And the bicycle.
Golden.
And violet.
Mary,
ReplyDeleteThe natural progression of your thoughts! They led to a truth.. "Sometimes what you think you wanted is not really what you want at all." Loved it!
Looking forward to the progression of this memory quilt.
Yellow! Fabulous and so inspiring.
ReplyDeleteYay you!
great post! Love your thought process. My first road bike was purple! I remember the day my father took me to the bike shop to buy it. A vivid memory of the great anticipation i felt as he hulled off the truck when we got home so I could show it off to my 3 siblings just popped in my head. Thanks for that!
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