Summer of Love

Two years ago was considered The Summer of Love, the 40th anniversary of 1967.  I remember going to a "love in" at the park at La Jolla cove that year, among other things.  My friend Cathy was reminding me recently the mother of another of our friends who went with us actually had the (well intended, I'm sure) nerve to show up with a basket of fried chicken for everyone.  I can't remember that part of the day...but I'm sure it must have been funny (or not) at the time.  For now, I only remember a few blissful months after graduating from high school that year, hanging out at the beach with friends, getting into all sorts of things, and having no particular responsibilities.  It was fun while it lasted. 

Taos seems to be celebrating The Summer of Love this weekend in recognition of the 40th anniversary of the filming of Easy Rider here in 1969.  There was a parade this morning through town (which I did not attend), called the "Hippie Dippie" parade, featuring Country Joe McDonald as the celebrity guest.  Tonight he'll give a concert down the road and replay his song list from Woodstock.  I'm too lazy to go anywhere after dark anymore, so I'll miss that, as well.  I have to say my preference is to remember some people as they were and leave it at that.

I usually don't like to do repeat color ways when dyeing rovings, but Summer of Love is one I've done before and will no doubt do again.  I just spent the morning photographing some new rovings to add to the Etsy shop, probably sometime tomorrow.

Stuck in my time period?  Probably, to some extent.  No apologies from me on this one.  Time has proven that many of us were right about lots of things that were considered so very wrong all those years ago.  And anyway...what's not to love about lots of bright colors.  And while I may be getting old, but I don't want to grow up.