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we learned how to survive..

for hundreds of years, maybe even thousands (a fairy tale twist on the emotional tone :) women lived... surviving to survive means surviving...

I remember once asking my mother a question:

- what was your biggest dream/passion

- A dream? A passion? There was no such thing back then, people only thought about how to survive, how to make money to survive.

My mother wanted to become a nurse, but the sight of blood and human suffering was unbearable for her. She dropped out of that school and chose another, but she devoted her entire professional life to helping people. She regenerated herself by creating a garden and watching National Geographic. She loved Japan, their art. We were supposed to fly there, but we didn't make it together...

When I got my first A in geography (and my first grade in geography was a 2... oops), she bought me a beautiful illuminated globe. Our bookstore only had one (in 1981). I remember perfectly how she said to me:

- I'd like that globe, please.

and I remember the echo of surprise-admiration-courage-incomprehension uttered by those standing in the queue

- because it's a globe (and who needs it - 1981?)

- because it's very expensive (wouldn't it be better to buy ham?)

why am I here about this?

Today we all know (or at least those of us whose children "went out into the world") that we lived in survival, in fear of "tomorrow", in taking care of others, exhausted, falling asleep in the evening with makeup still on... and even if we had support, we still carried everything on our backs and in control, unable to let go

I remember my Grandma saying:

- the most important thing is to take care of yourself, eat breakfast

- Grandma, what breakfast? I don't have time.

and I didn't. I never had time for myself. Until I went to Africa and settled in nothing. There, discovering that I didn't know myself at all.

and what I thought about myself wasn't true.

was what others thought about me - and I simply adopted this thinking...

Why do we so often feel like we're missing something?

this is not something

this is the lack of SELF

it is the absence of some unconscious, omitted, unnoticed

parts of YOURSELF

so in this Africa... I started knitting MYSELF.

I sat wherever the need arose

in the garden . on the terrace . in the bush . on the plane...

and I knitted...

and then I folded it into Dresses

and then I put on these dresses

and I felt MYSELF. the knitted Self. all STATES. EMOTIONS. the repressed ones that were given a face. the face of the Dress.

and I took pictures of myself in them. and then I experienced.

(if this thread attracts you - I wrote a book about my African transformation, you can buy it - we ship - write to us @)

I remember during one of the sessions... when I looked at my photos, my body was paralyzed with shame, rejection of myself, and of my beauty... it's amazing that it took me 20 years to work through and allow MYSELF to be myself.

Creation turned out to be a kind of Transformation

. unique talents by the way.

in deep meditations while creating Dresses I actually transform energy... I change the field and heal

and then there is COHERENCE

You with You ALONE

(if this Dress is made for you :)