This dress was in the box of childhood mementos my Dad sent me:

I knew as soon as I saw it again that it was getting cut up for the mother piece. I remember not liking this dress. Part of me did but another part thought it was too red. Another instance of my Mother putting her favorite color on me. Bleh.

Prana sat with me while I cut it up. He’s such a sweetie.

The dress is so girly isn’t it? It’s just covered in lace and ruffles.

Here’s the two balls of yarn I created:

I corespun the yarn around some other mother piece yarn I created. Remember my baby blanket post? I used that yarn as the core yarn.

I spun the white dress yarn around the white baby blanket yarn and the red dress yarn around the red blanket yarn.

The white yarn I spun against the acrylic core yarns twist. It’s a loose yarn.

The red yarn I spun with the twist of the core yarn. It’s tighter and has much more twist.

Here’s a better pic of the two yarns.

I’m thinking of crocheting this yarn and somehow attaching it to the womb.

Though I’m happy with the end result I didn’t like the process at all. The whole time I felt resentment and some anger. It felt like I was processing my emotions, somehow putting my anger into the yarn.

This art therapy stuff is some weird shit. I mean I like it and think it works and all…but still it’s weird.