Once upon a time there was an "imaginator" who was born and raised in the city, but imagined one day when she was grown up that she would pack up her truck and head for the wild frontier. That day came, but fearing delerium caused by being snowbound and lonely in Montana, she chose the wild frontier of the Hudson Valley of New York instead. Dreams started to come true for her. She became an art teacher. But something was missing. Then she became an entrepreneur. But something was missing. It was then that prince charming walked into her shop in New Paltz. It was love at first sight. They got married, she barefoot, he in cowboy boots, on a grassy hill overlooking the Catskill Mountains. The imaginator imagined a future on a small farm with a little cottage, and little children, and little sheep and goats, with a big garden. She imagined that she spent her days as a bohemian farmgirl tending to all the creatures and growing...
- Joined July 5, 2009
handspun wool yarn, cotton fabrics, sticks especially driftwood, rocks, vintage anything, beads especially turquoise, old barnwood, leather, feathers, bright colored embroidery thread, and bits of paper