Saturday, September 20, 2008

The wedding thing...

The article regarding the wedding dress I made for Sarah is in Cornelia Powell's online magazine "Weddings of Grace". I believe you can get there from here by using

Thanks Allegra for your help with this.
If anyone has an interest in what I make now you can contact me by leaving a comment and your email address on this blog and I will get back to you... sopha d.

Little birds cont.

For some reason, I find that if I try to look and see how the entry I am making is looking on the blog, I cannot go back and add on to the initial thing I was writing..... so.... this is Part 2 of the entry below..(I hope)
I pulled into the parking lot and asked someone just what was going on. I thought perhaps it was time for the aliens to come down, although why they would choose the front lawn of an old elementary school in Monroe of all places would be a bigger mystery to me than the idea of aliens.
As someone explained to me, the large chimney on the school is part of the migration route of a certain species of finches. This happens every year for about a week. It has gone on since the school was built. What happens is this. The birds fly in the sky above the school. More and more of the tiny birds gather until the sky seems covered with them fly here and there. Then, as the dusk gathers the evening around it, at some invisible signal they begin to gather themselves and slowly the formation of a tornado of small birds all flying counterclockwise begins to form.
The formation becomes tighter and tighter until those at the base of the tornado begin to enter the chimney. To do this, they must turn and fly down tail first, as they spend the night like shingles atop each other for warmth. Birds contine to come and come and come. It is the most astonishing thing I have ever seen.
I also love that people take the time during this week to watch a show that is quiet, no loud music and bright lights, just amazing nature. sopha d

Little tiny birds

One of the things that I love most about life are the surprises. There are good ones and bad ones. Clearly the bad ones are, on first meeting not as welcome as the funny, affirming, or enriching ones. I have had two major surprises this week, one of each kind. I will tell you about the latter.

I was driving home from work about seven in the evening. In the small town just outside of Seattle, WA, where I have my office, it was beginning to be dusk. I was in one of those apathetic, half brain dead kind of moods as I drove past the old elementary school. It seemed odd to me that there were about a hundred people or so either standing, or sitting on lawn chairs, with and without binoculaurs, looking at the roof of the school. I was about to drive by, then I thought I saw someone I knew and pulled into the parking lot.

Thursday, September 18, 2008


Thanks Allegra for sending me the links to your site as well as to weddings of grace. For now they should be in your comment, but after I take my shower and clear up the kitchen I will move them into links... thanks so much. What would I do without all of you who help me out in these matters Sopha D.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Birthdays and sweet boys

Today is September 16th, four days after my son's twentyfirst birthday. He is a very special child in so many ways I cannot count them all, but he is the last child we will send forth into the world to create his own life (eventually....).

On his birthday he received the usual odd sort of assortment of things that we cobble together when we think of someone we love. I was moved to tears, when he was moved to tears, not by the spiffy new, red cell phone, but by the plate with his four year old handprint that I had cleaned up and mounted with some other items in a shadow box. He was also given two magnets with quotes and his favorite went something like this "It is not as important to go out into the world and do well, as it is to go out into the world to do good". Not only have I doubtless mangled the quotation a bit, but I have forgotten the writer. A book of poems by Rumi was also among his favorites.
Perhaps, no matter what, we have raised him a little bit right, or, perhaps his spirit has survived our parenting and all the other nastiness the world threw his way. A lovely birthday.
Wishing you all a wonderful new year.

You may wish to visit a website produced by Cornelia Powell, called Weddings of Grace. No, of course I don't have the url, that would mean I have suddenly become totally organized. But then, you know how to google don't you? You just put your.......

Oh, lost in old movie memories... my pardon. One of the articles in her newsletter is about my friend Sarah and her "mermaid" gown. (I just love being called a designer.) No more said.
sopha davenport