Another Blast from the Past

While visiting my parents yesterday afternoon, I asked my dad if he remembered the little seed bead weavings I did as a little girl. He searched his bedroom for a moment and came out with these two gems.



How cool are those? I can't imagine the amount of patience I had to work with such small thread and beads! As a young child, no less! I'm pretty sure I was about 10 or 11 when I made these, close to the age that my daughter is now. Remember my figures from 1994? Dad says I am not allowed to take these weavings home either. Maybe I can find some of my more vintage artwork stashed away in his house?

Blast from the Past

In 1994, I lived in North Alabama. My dad would visit me and my brother once a month and we'd spend a weekend checking out all the flea markets we could find. These ceramic figures were unpainted when I bought them, and I remember trying to mix a decent turquoise color with the limited paints I owned. I'm pretty sure this was in the middle of my childhood obsession with everything Native American (still slightly obsessed). In fact, I still have a dreamcatcher that was purchased at the same flea market as the girl and fox figures, hanging over my bedroom window.

I thought about these figures weeks ago and was determined to find them at dad's house and photograph them. I was happy to see that I dated them on the bottom. In 1994, I was 12 years old, in seventh grade, and shy as all get-out. Then I do the math: I painted these 16 years ago. SIXTEEN YEARS AGO! Are you kidding me?

Dad loves these figures and he mentioned several times that I am not allowed to take these home with me. I'm glad he loves them as much as I do. I should do some more digging around to see if I can find any more vintage artwork!