![]() |
Gale Wessel |
|||||||||||
Pictures
|
Pictures
|
|||||||||||
Statement
Hey you... I’m not young, but all in all, I’m in pretty good shape. A lot of my contemporaries blew inside out or lost their covers years ago, and now they’re in landfills or are lying along the side of the road, spokes sticking out all over the place. I still go out to bars, car races and football games. I’ve protected my owner from more than a little spilled beer over the years, and I still have a stiff and pointy end, which makes me pretty good at defense when we’re in a crowd. I’ve been my owner’s trusted companion for years, and we go everywhere together. A few days ago, a new MAN’s umbrella appeared in my stand. He’s young and doesn’t have my character, beer stains, scars or experience. So I went right up to him, faced him down and asked him just what he thinks he’s doing in my stand. He said I was an old umbrella, past having value to my owner, and would soon be put in the trash. Said I needed to go and make room for the young guys. Can you imagine? I can’t believe that my owner would just throw me away because I’m old. I’m sure that I am still the ONE. At least, I hope so because what’s a MAN’s umbrella without a job. |
||||||||||||
Process
|
Contact Webmaster at WomensJourneysinFiber at gmail.com
©
All Rights Reserved
All text and images are the copyright of Women's Journeys in Fiber or the
individual artists. Reproduction of any kind is prohibited without prior written
consent.
Last Updated November 2, 2016