The daughter of a long time client-turned-friend phoned to let me know Bernie had passed away. I cannot tell you how much it meant to me to receive that call, I had only ever met the daughter once. Clearly Bernie's family understood how special our simple relationship was to both of us. Hairdressing is an up and close kinda job...you get to know your clients, they become a part of your fabric.
|Bernie gave me this African Violet and made me promise not to kill it. |
It is about to bloom.
The Cancer Sucks quilt was inspired by Bernie.
Bernie was a colourful, warm, loving, funny and courageous woman. Over many, many years she shared with me the stories of her life, her family, her battle with cancer and humourously recounted her lop-sided life with one boob. She was a character, that lady; full of life, laughter & profanity and I loved her.
Yesterday I had to start making samples for the improv workshop for my Guild. Procrastination gets you no where and suddenly Saturday isn't quite so far away. I feel rather anxious about teaching and prefer to look at my role as sharing. With Bernie heavy on my mind and taking up the whole of my heart the samples came together like this:
They're not my best work. They're not finished.
But they're gonna have to do.
I am outta time; the zebra stole my time.
Bernie would have loved that pink house...and those who didn't she'd likely have told to f*ck right off.