Saturday, May 30, 2009

shmata defined




SHMATA: I used to own a man-finder dress (these images are not of that dress). It did not matter when or where I wore that dress — the dress was always a magnet for men. The heartbreakers, the soon-to-be heartbroken, the machismo, the shy, the married, and the artistic men — they all flocked to that dress. The dress was “approachable.” Ballet slippers and work boots were the perfect accessory. Yup, I really believed in the power of that dress. So when “J” asked me, "what was I going to wear that night.... the answer was, of course, the dress. J. quickly replied “CRAP, not that OLD shmata!”

So there there you have it. My man-finder was just another old shmata! A rag. Past its prime. Too many washings.

The dress remained in my closet for another year. Then, in a moment of despondency, I impulsively discarded that old shmata. Big mistake. I still yearn for that old magical dress.

So, I collect Shmatas. I know a shmata when I see one. This is a recent addition to the collection. Probably from the 1960's or early 1970's, a full circle skirt, giant butterflies and made from polyester. Slightly past its prime, but it still has the magic.

Selling shmatas at incognitoinmaine.etsy.com

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