Tuesday, March 22, 2005
I wote this after doing a course where leadership was the big question of the day and Ghandi was mentioned more than once as where we should be headed on our life's journey. It got me thinking about all the great people in the world and if they ever had to do the ironing. I suppose if you wear a loin cloth and sit on a mountain top, no. But then who would do the grocery shopping?
The venerated Ghandi
Was a dedicated man,
Who hunger struck for freedom
And we celebrate his stand.
But I am given to wonder
About the course of British rule,
That, if instead of leading India,
He had to take the kids to school.
Now I am sure my purpose
In this brief and mortal life
Is higher than my current role
Of mother and housewife.
I’d gladly fight for causes
And meditate for hours,
If I didn’t have to supervise
Kids homework, or their showers.
I could even see me marching,
Inspiring masses everywhere
If someone else cooked dinner
And paid out for childcare.
It seems that having babies,
An immortal leader does not make,
Joan of Arc was kid free
Before they burned her at the stake.
And before you say ‘There was one!
Who had a child’, I know,
But Immaculate Conception?
I blew that one years ago!
Posted by Fifi Colston at 8:05 pm
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Posted by Fifi Colston at 2:22 pm
Before I get into the rhyme I shall explain the tea towel dress. I created this to wear to the Trash To Fashion Show in Waitakere last December to recieve a prize for my entry: 'Nigel- Domestic Godesque'. His cape was lined with tea towels which, incidentally, I designed some years ago for a souvenir company. We all have our bread and butter work and whilst not award winning native birds and flowers at the time, they did get to reign supreme in another form at a later stage. I made this dress from a reissued 1950's vogue pattern from seconds tea towels and a bit of blue cotton at $3.00 a metre. Total cost- about the price of two lattes. Not bad aye?
Posted by Fifi Colston at 1:50 pm