The Poncho

It was the 70's and, yeah, I wore ponchos. In case you don't remember them, they were made of two squares of crocheted acrylic yarn the size of diner tablecloths sewn together along two adjoining sides of the square, leaving a hole in the corner for the suffering tweener girl's head to poke through. Acrylic fibers were new, and inspite of being petroleum based, they soon dominated popular back-to-the-land hand crafts along with decoupage (again petrol based) and candle making. (Craft crazes based on oil-industry by-products really illustrate the oil-fetish zeitgeist of the decade, don't they?)

Hmmm, I seem to have wandered. Oh, yeah! The bottom edges of the poncho always had fringes made of yarn. At any rate, my mom made the poncho and I HAD to wear it. So I was sympathetic when Martha Stewart emerged from prison earlier this year wearing a poncho she no doubt was forced to wear also. Her prison-mama made it and she HAD to wear it!

Two cubes of sugar and a dollop of real cream for Martinis, Persistence, and a Smile