The Skirt

Tarra had asked me to creat a skirt of the plains... with the colors and feel of our life.. I did not want to sew differnt patches together.. but wanted it to flow with the ebbs and tides of our lives..

So I took one piece of leather and bleached it out til it was white.. and let it cure with a coat of bosk grease... working it everyday with my hands until it was as soft as well.. it was soft..

Then I took the various dyes.. and began to work them into the leather.. I began with an almost violet color.. if you catch the steam at the right moment. when the sun stikes it at the brightest time of the day.. the water almost looked that color... Swirling it around the edge of the skirt... then working the sky with its blue.. our grass that shade of green that makes you feel cool even when the sweat runs down your face.. golden yellow for the sun... that gives us light.. and warmth.. during the day.. and orange for that romantic color it glows at night.. that makes our fires dance... and finally red.. for our fires that rise high in the nights sky.. for the blood spilt into the grass...to keep us safe from any outside influences..

As I lifted the skirt.. and looked at it... it was what I wanted.. how I saw the plains.. the colors.. it was bright.. it was full of life.. it was the plains..