In the sometimes insanely narrow world of public education, an environment shaped by ever-changing initiatives and mandates, one filled with too many acronyms to remember properly, a former co-worker of mine named Cindy was a breath of fresh air. She infused her classroom with wry wit and humor—dancing a frantic Friday Dance in the hallway at the end of each week, sporting eccentric clothing (including a vintage WWII Red Cross worker’s cape and a voluminous purple tie-dyed maxi skirt), directing student plays, engaging students in massive art projects. Cindy brought a much needed passion for learning for learning’s sake, compassion for students and co-workers, and a fiery impatience with nonsense into the school.
|This bag has lost much of its pink color, but the fine handiwork is still apparent. I'd like to recreate this design.|
|Here's one more picture of the happy couple. Paul is holding up the sweater I made.|