Lady of the Canyon = Gold Dust Dresses
Two lovely roses Roxana Zal and Vanessa Dingwell are making hand sewn bohemian dresses from vintage indian fabric. They come in three lengths mini, maxi, and calf length and are perfect to dress up for a night out, or in my fantasy to be kneading dough at home with the fire roaring. The label is a wink and nod to Stevie Nicks (Gold Dust Woman) who really made these dresses a bohemian standard. They range from $140 to $350 and can be found on their Etsy site:
www.etsy.com/shop/GoldDustDresses
Myself in a Gold Dust Dress
The Story:
These dresses remind me of what my mother used to wear when I was growing up in Iran.
I now can look back and appreciate her tremendous talents in all the projects she would undertake in a foreign land. My mother, Carol June, was raised near San Francisco but always had the wanderlust for far away places. When she met my father, an Iranian exchange student, she was at once intrigued with what life would be like in the exotic middle east. Growing up in the rural country side, I remember my mother raising honey bees and then making candles from the wax. She would also make wine, beer, christmas ornaments, carve wood, paint and play piano. Carol is not only brilliant at folk art, but also fishing, sailing, river rafting, and horse back riding. I would be thrilled with myself if I could tackle just one of those endeavors! Carol will be a guest contributor soon either as an expert on Persian cuisine (yes, she cooks too), or on her new passion weaving Navajo rugs.
Even during lean times my mother always found an artistic outlet. I suppose she taught me that one can be an artist even if all they have is a pen knife and a piece of drift wood. Thanks mama!!
Beautiful!
Shiva Love, your wonderful descriptive words have brought to mind many wonderful memories of our lives in Iran. It was certainly an enchanting time.
I love the way these dresses evokes a way of life, and a memory too. I have clothes that I love because of an imaginary life I might lead in them…dresses I can only imagine painting in, or hanging laundry on a clothes line in a sunnier place, or while having a tea party. They make me happy just seeing them in my closet, like the spine of a book I want to remember.