The Temporal Lines.

Dear Stockinged,


They are making now, with their super-high-tech-plastic textile stuffs, stockings that do not run. The Brits call them ‘ladder resist,’ and I wonder if I will need to start to hoard the old kind, the kind that run, the kind that hold a record of wearing.  Of course hosiery is fragile, and short-lived, but isn't this part of what we love about it?  Would we have them 'wear like iron'?

The run in the stocking is the sexy near-end of a pair of hose- and let's pause here, to think of Lady Chatterley’s Lover’s vermillion hose....

A woman, a girl, always works a bit to hide the early runs- with a longer skirt or boots, and often just the tiniest section of a run will show as a person turns, or leans. The run is a line that leads someplace you cannot see, and it is the most titillating part of stockings, and it is also the very end of them, the most precious last wearings. The run is especially lovely in black stockings, because it is the most visible.  The wearer sometimes puts a daub of nail polish on the runs, the ladders, to stop them, and it might show as a red or pink dot on the stockings.

The thing I am considering here, as I so often do, are the traces of time's fleetness, the ineffable marks of wear, and the very nature of being.  May the mundane and short-lived continue to endure!







PS 
A place you can go to plan or make manifest your hoard.

 

by People #3

 

Dear Everyone,

This came from People- a Person, in fact, who knew this charming folk artist.  The thing that I want you to really focus on though, is this sweet little cottage.  This painter, Maud (known, according to a Person, as Maudie) Lewis painted and sold these works right out of her little home!  It's like a lemonade stand for paintings!  Can you stand it?  I simply must have one!  I have some nice old schoolhouse redwood from a friend, so maybe I can build it and then you can come on by; I will gladly sell you a small something for your walls....

A bit more on the cottage, and a bit more on Maud Lewis herself.

by People #2

Dear Folks,

Here it is, the second in a series of ideas directed to me by People.  It's a cheery little guerrilla printmaking project that has me looking at the scene under my feet with new eyes! 

News Flash

Dear Mailbag,

Oh golly, it isn't on the regular Dodo schedule, but it is from People and it something you should see, so, here it is.

Say, speaking of the f in feminism- have a look at this method of telling the world just what you think of it.  I think you'll enjoy dreaming up two word phrases to consider for your collars!

There is a song, for today, too- it's 11:59.

Round, round, get around.

Dear Little Darlings,

The mailbag this week yielded a question you all must be dying to know the answer to:  How do we come up with all those fine and compelling ideas and issues at the Dodo?  The answer, dear Reader, is Soylent Green. 

Yep, it's people who bring the ideas to the Dodo.  Just this week there have been three interesting things brought to my attention by People.  I get around a bit, and I always have my Dodo pencil handy to jot down notes.  Once I get back to the research lab onsite here at the Dodo, I do a few tests, a bit of reading, and voilà!  Your fresh-baked post is ready and waiting for you!

Today's interesting item brought to my attention by People is this web-based little optical illusion.

Keep your eye on the next two posts, they came from People, too.

The daily grind.

Dear Ones,

Again, I can hardly believe my good fortune: see if you can credit it!  There I am, minding my own business at my job, when someone asks me for some 'ideas'!  Well, of course, I replied:  Chantilly lace, and a pretty face, and a pony tail hanging down, .... and oh baby! you know what I like!

I gave him the following ideas- I think they are fabulous, of course; really top drawer ideas; one of them is someone else's idea. I mean, that wingchair!  What a doozy!


A lilac velvet upholstered wingchair filled with a pile of pale river stones.

A secret library in the trunk of a car.

A map to the places the wee folk live.

A minotaur courts a bower bird.

Nine pairs of shoes & four mouse holes.

An atm that dispenses cupcakes all night and day.

News of the Old Ones.

Dear April 22nd.,

Have you heard this astounding news?  About how very old the old ones are?  Don't you feel even closer to what we've lost?*








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