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And, her blog HERE and HERE.
Dominique lives in San Diego, California, and specializes in
faux-finishes and murals but enjoys sketching in
pen, ink & watercolor on her Dancing Strokes Blog.
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Writing Prompt Idea
Tell a story about the woman who wears these
boots to work every day.
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Artwork used with permission from Dominique Eichi.
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Artwork used with permission from Dominique Eichi.
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She sat with her boots off and her feet cooling in the icy stream. She had been anticipating this moment for the last several hours. Blood and pus from the open blisters on her heels and toes were carried downstream to the next village, tomorrow's destination. How would she be able to put these boots on again in the morning?
the friends of a working man!!!!k
TAKE THESE boots and go stomping in that court room and get those papers................
YOU know who you are !!!
Love you
The reporter guided her to a bench.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me," the reporter explained, "As you know, I'm doing a story about women who work in non-traditional jobs. Why did you decide to become a carpenter?"
She sat and thought about it, scraping grit out from under her nails.
"What's non-traditional about it?" she asked, "My grandmother was a homemaker, my mother was a homemaker, and I'm a homemaker, too."
"But surly your job is non-traditional," the reporter pressed fearing the loss of a good story, "Carpentry is a field dominated by men!"
"Oh, I don't know about that," she mused. "Carl!" she shouted, "Grab me a coffee!"
A middle-aged man stopped pulling the electrical cables through the frame of the house. He dashed off to the lunch wagon and came running back with a steaming hot cut. "Black with two sugars," he explained handing it over to her, "Do you need anything else?"
"Nope. Thanks, Carl." Carl ran off again and resumed the electrical installation.
The reporter stared. "They don't tease you? They don't give you a hard time because you're a woman?"
She smiled. "Why would they? Have you seen my boots?"
The reporter looked, more confused than before.
"They're steel-toed," she explained, "I can do a lot more damage to the guys than they can do to me."
... w(alk)orking.
Greetings from London.
IS THERE A DR. SCHOLL IN THE HOUSE?
From the deserts out in Utah,
To the hills of Tennessee,
By the shores of Gitchegoomee,
These boots have gone with me.
From the jungles in Brazil,
To the sampans of Hong Kong,
By the rocks of old Kilarney,
These boots have come along.
From the canyons down in Texas,
To the mounts of Katmandu,
By the swamps of Lousiana,
These boots were right there, too.
From the Costa Rican rain forest,
To the lakes of Minnesota,
These boots, you've probably guessed by now,
Have developed quite an odor.
they were my fashion statement in the eighties, turning my wispy dresses punk
in the nineties they camped with my young family and sometimes took a dunk
now i slide them on to garden and sometimes muck corrals
they've shared my whole adult life, i guess i call them pals
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