Eighth graders in the art room.
Rubber bands and string. Buckets of color. Vinyl gloves.
Bought more shirts tonight to take to school to try again.
They’ve got the hang of it. The practice.
I tell them – no design turns out exactly as planned.
Friday morning in the hallway a blur of t-shirts walked by.
I felt satisfied.
Did you ever tie-dye anything in your life?
Vintage Yo-yo- clown hanging around. Looking pretty sad. Full of dust.
Time to throw him out? V, we talked about things with a face! Fifty years of saving him, gave him a bath. Spared from the trash. Don’t remember really playing with him, just propped up on a bookshelf, flopped really. Colorful and jingles when you move him. The bells probably dangerous for a child. I think there are still people who make these yo-yo dolls and will check it out. He was just always there.