On Tuesday I mentioned a batik dress I had made that prompted a friend to beg me to carry some batik back from Trinidad for her. Cooper asked, "Where's the dress?" Since I felt like crap with a migraine yesterday and the night before I didn't get new pictures taken for Slice of Lime. I dug out some old pictures of the batik dress. They aren't the greatest shots of it but they are all I have.
It's not easy to see the cut of the dress with a little guy clinging to my legs but it's a pretty simple style...column dress with just a couple of darts at the bust. Eeeeeeeasy peasy to sew. Obviously, I've had the dress a long time because all three of those little kids are now noticeably taller than me. Where does the time go?
In this one with my friend Aggie and me you can't see much but the pattern of the fabric itself. She is from Ghana and this was the day of her daughter's naming ceremony, which was a beautifully meaningful experience.
Aggie's brother, the tall guy in green, is a traditional African drummer who has his own group. He provided the music for the event but was currently taking a break while his pal kept the music going. Aggie, her husband, and her brother have always welcomed me as a part of the family. In fact, she asked me to be her daughter's godmother. I always giggle when they introduce me though because it usually goes something like this. "This is Michelle. She is Akua's godmother. She's American but she is more like one of us and she doesn't dance like a white woman. She dances like a Ghanaian." Aggie left the dancing to attend to the baby then grabbed the camera and called to me from the balcony as I was dancing with one of her cousins.