Last week a fire broke out in the studio space where I once danced, sewed, painted and brought up two babies. Though I moved south 3 years ago, many of my friends still remained. Some lost all their worldly possessions, others lost their businesses, computers, photographic and musical archives, entire rooms of costumes (including 2 x 14 matching lycra-super-disco wonder suits)… The Morrow Park was a rambling, vibrant and ever changing entity. This morning I realised that one of my dolls lay waiting for her new life on a desk now reduced to cinders. Thankfully everyone was able to walk out alive. This was very nearly not the case.
Farewell little lady