There was so much movement in the kimono show that it was difficult to photograph.
I rather like the way most of the pictures turned out, though, but maybe because I was there.
This absolutely gorgeous kimono was the final piece. Absolutely stunning. The model was accompanied by a man who held a red parasol above her head at all times. She wore traditional shoes -- I don't know what they're called -- the hard, platform sandals.
All those flowers -- those waves and waves of flowers swooping all over that kimono? Embroidered. By hand. Margene said that she used to do work like that. (And she lives to tell the tale!) Absolutely incredible. Margene also told me that the price of a kimono can reach six figures. Well, I guess it isn't hard to see why. Can you imagine the hours and hours and hours -- and not just embroidery, the fabric has all been chosen, dyed, cut, sewn. Moving. I think this could all be quite consuming -- emotional and moving -- both the making and the wearing; I think it puts you in an entirely different place. In fact, at the beginning of this presentation, Ellen Kort, Wisconsin's first Poet Laureate, read a poem about how moved she was when, as a gift while visiting Japan, she was dressed in a traditional kimono by three women. To tears.
About 20 minutes after I posted about sunshine and a nice fall day, it clouded up yesterday and pretty much stayed that way. DH tells me that the boat ride was nice (it was a paddleboat!) and the foliage was pretty and and pot-luck socializing was fun and, man, they're getting tired. A brief respite this morning and then they're heading to Madison for this evening's festivities (maybe time enough to visit Monona Terrace?), back home late tonight and then off to Kohler and various other places tomorrow. A last-minute trip to Milwaukee has been added on Sunday -- before the farewell barbeque. Yeah, I know. It would be a dirty rotten shame, though, for an architect not to see the Milwaukee Art Museum if he has even half of an opportunity.
Knitting: My sock is growing and so are my feelings for it.