Gabrielle Cote
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Stories (3/0)
Followed by a Moonshadow
Moonshadow entered my life in the midst of a traumatic pandemic. I was lonely, and looking for my first furry friend as an adult. My family hadn't had a cat in three years, and after discussing with my dad, my mom and I finally convinced him to let a cat into our lives once again. So, I went looking for my cat. It wasn't easy. Cats were popular in these days of quarantine, and I wanted to find a cat that could spend years with me happily. A few weeks later, the rescue shelter called me and recommended a stout and tiny black cat with a white patch on her belly named Big Shadow. She follows the foster family around, like her namesake, and she was mother to three kittens. My witchy senses tingled and knew that this was my cat. The foster family was kind to discuss her demeanour with me, and next thing you know, I was picking her up to bring her home. From the first day, she was curious about her surroundings and eager to connect with me. We were soon fast friends. While I was researching how to adopt her, the song "Moonshadow" by Cat Stevens played, and I thought that would be the perfect name for her. She does follow me around like a Moonshadow. Staying at home from work also allowed me to forge a strong connection with her, and I soon became her chosen human.
By Gabrielle Cote3 years ago in Petlife
Snapping at Threads in Time
I believe each of us expresses our soul through our art. Human beings are meant to create and to admire beauty in this world. It is what brightens the mundane. I want to admire the clothing I wish to see. I feel at my very best when I wear it, not minding the gripes of "this is too costumey" from other people. Life is too short to worry about things like that. I visualize the dress in my mind, and see the colors flowing through the fabric, making its texture come alive. I feel the crushing of velvet fibers under my fabric scissors as I push the blades together. My blades glide like a swan through rich shot silk, and sever ribbons of many colors I hope to use for lacing. With every snip of my embroidery scissors snapping threads, I come this much closer to completing my dress. My left hand cramps at the extensive hours spent cutting up pattern paper and fabric, but such is the life of a thrifting seamstress. I feel most lost in my sewing endeavors when I am unable to find my scissors. They are an extension of my body, a valuable tool. If they go missing, my whole creative aura dampens. Thankfully, it rarely happens. My scissors are kept safe and lovingly wrapped in my cotton sewing belt, ready to be utilized at a moment's notice.
By Gabrielle Cote3 years ago in Styled