Village Green stand -memory notes

Village Green stand -memory notes, originally uploaded by reform.

I had a wonderful day,with Gloria Blue

A village green "fete" not really,
From stories of apples and walnuts to thongs and combinations,
with tears at a mans everlasting love for his wife,
Cries of "Oh Matron" as we changed behind a hospital screen.
thankyou

Carole Lombard, originally uploaded by likeabalalaika.

Why can't I - Wake up one morning with an ant asleep on my pillow beside me - and how would I know he was sleeping. Why can't I - Wear bias cut cocktail dresses and lounge around in satin heeled mules all afternoon - Southend... I don't think could cope with this as school run attire. Why can't I - Remember where is the safe place, that I put things of consequence - if I did it would surely render it unsafe. Why can't I - Feel more adequate at life as a whole - maybe it would dull the edge, and I'd simply go back to spreading butter. Why can't I - Laugh longer and harder and louder - because I may be escorted from the library.

Susie is 86 years old And as sharp as they come, Was told not to giggle as they passed the unexploded bomb, Had a coat made from blackmarket forces blankets, it was grey/blue and thin, a blanket from a submarine. The Germans always missed the railway and hit her house, The air raid wardens said the bomb blast had taken the stairs carpet, It was strange how it had managed to put the stair rods back tho'. She saw Glen Miller with a GI but didn't get Nylons. She went bare legged in the courts, and knew a Titanic surviver. And got excited in the air raid shelter over a bun with currents, and sat on a bus with a brown paperbag, inside was a live eel, for her mother-in-laws stomache

Broken

I broke my last post- if you highlight it you will reveal the words beneath the whiteness.

I don't know what I did.

I bought this pipe and broke it too,

Last night I couldn't sleep I was wittling about My car braking down and ending up in the central reservation of the M25 with 2 kids and a giant greyhound. Being too lively when I teach Being too dominant, Finding work to hang in the new college gallery space, That my favourite shoes have died and what will I do about getting some new ones. That I have a box of tomatoes that need cooking, Understanding the targets and the jargon form work, Finding people for selection committees That the place I'm going to to buy vintage clothes may have been burned to the ground. You'll be pleased to know in the clarity of daylight all this has dissapeared to a slight nag in the bottom of my stomache, until the next night .......

Not that all my work looks the same, originally uploaded by reform.

I never realised the whiteness

The systematic grids and squares

Should I lock up the emulsion

Disguard all the sand paper

And drink all the meths

Will that give me a new start

What would Madam Lola say............

My creation, originally uploaded by reform.

Part of the Best Dress oral history project

Lottie and her best dresses,

Born in dec 1912

She saw a zepplin in World War 1

She sold cockles at 14 so she could look at the boys,

Her family were from Stepney and liked a drink.

She danced up Southend high street and even the end of the pier,

She ate pigs trotters in the cinema.

she wore her sunday best on her wedding day.

Her favourite dress was Blue.