My friend Louise came over again for a day of painting. I worked on Pink Plemmon's little store--I took a picture of it many years ago and always meant to get around to it. Trying to be more sparing and impressionistic with my color but can't do without the ink lines . . .
I also started doing little sketches of some of those dresses I've been remembering. These below are from the Sixties and Seventies--back when I made a lot of my own dresses.
As we chatted, Louise revealed that in her San Francisco days, she has owned an embroidered, sheepskin Afghan vest (a garment I lusted after back in the late Sixties) as well as a pair of Frye boots (a big deal at the time.) I'm encouraging her to paint her memory of them.
I know when I was young, I sketched a lot of dresses. (But even more horses.) Unfortunately, my drawing skills haven't improved. But it's harmless fun and keeps me off the streets.
