"I want to make..."
The 98-year-old woman in the Sewing Group pauses––not because she has dementia (as far as I can tell, she doesn't) but because her native Spanish is far better than her English.
"I want to make . . . conejos".
Conejos?
Well, it's almost Easter and that sounds like "coneys", a word I think I've read in, is it D. H. Lawrence? *
I guess, "Rabbits? Bunnies for Easter? With ears...?"
"Yes!" she says.
So I run downstairs to the computer and print out a simple Easter bunny pattern and take it back upstairs.
I show her the pattern. "Is this right? Cojones?"
She broke into a big, long laugh.
Conejos. Bunnies.
Cojones. Balls.
The Sewing Group cut out the felt (lucky we had some), I stitched the pieces on the machine, they stuffed them, and the bunnies turned out pretty well. Tomorrow I'll bring in buttons for los ojos.
*I looked up "coney" and reading its history, I think it's Tolkien I know it from, not Lawrence. Though it's a game-keepery kind of word, so you can see how I'd attribute it to him.
The 98-year-old woman in the Sewing Group pauses––not because she has dementia (as far as I can tell, she doesn't) but because her native Spanish is far better than her English.
"I want to make . . . conejos".
Conejos?
Well, it's almost Easter and that sounds like "coneys", a word I think I've read in, is it D. H. Lawrence? *
I guess, "Rabbits? Bunnies for Easter? With ears...?"
"Yes!" she says.
So I run downstairs to the computer and print out a simple Easter bunny pattern and take it back upstairs.
I show her the pattern. "Is this right? Cojones?"
She broke into a big, long laugh.
Conejos. Bunnies.
Cojones. Balls.
The Sewing Group cut out the felt (lucky we had some), I stitched the pieces on the machine, they stuffed them, and the bunnies turned out pretty well. Tomorrow I'll bring in buttons for los ojos.
*I looked up "coney" and reading its history, I think it's Tolkien I know it from, not Lawrence. Though it's a game-keepery kind of word, so you can see how I'd attribute it to him.
