A Farmer's Daughter
I truly grew up in the middle of the United States as a farmer's daughter. Today I live in an urban area of more the three million people. As a child I looked up at the airplanes, just tiny specs in the sky, and waved my hands to say hello as if the passengers could see me. I remember thinking "I'm going to get on one of those someday."
The beginning of my creative interests started in this small place. I learned to sew from one the neighbor women and my Mom kept a seemingly endless supply of art materials. Each summer I would sew clothes made from complicated Vogue patterns in hopes of receiving a blue ribbon at the county fair. This was a gracious life, filled with herds of animals and growing plants in the humid summers.
This structure is the creative activities building at the Minnesota State Fair. During two weeks in late August hundreds of thousands visit this building to see the quilts, clothes, pies and other handmade items. (Yes, the ice in the photos will retreat by August!) Even though I'm a long was from the early life, this spot reminds me of where I'm from--once and always a farmer's daughter.
shoes--Calvin Klein (thrifted)
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