A number of years ago I flew to the south of France and stayed with a friend and her family in the charming village of Vaison La Romaine in Provence. I took daily walks into the quaint town for cafe au lait in the morning and Pastis in the evening, drinking in the culture and imagining a life spent in such a lovely place. On one of these walks I met a young couple who had a Pied (black and white) le Bouledogue Francais named "Finky". He looked very much like a Boston Terrier and reminded me of Joey, anxiously waiting for my return. The couple was very tolerant of the American woman's modest French and the lavish attention she gave to their Frenchy.
Two years later, we traveled with four of our dearest friends to the Normandy Region where we spent a week in a 400 year old farmhouse in the tiny village of Sees. While walking through the village we came upon a woman with her white Bully shopping for produce. Our friend Kari photographed the two of them, the woman dressed in black with her back to the camera, the Frenchy sitting patiently at her side while she chose from the brightly colored fruits and vegetables neatly displayed like little treasures. It hangs in our kitchen still.
About a year and a half ago we found ourselves north of Seattle at an Estate Sale. As we were leaving, we met a woman walking her two French Bulls. They were perfect, one Pied the other Fawn. It was time for a Frenchy. She shared the name of her Breeder in Southern Oregon and a brindle baby girl, just four weeks old, was to be ours. One month later, and after a ten hour round-trip drive, our French clown Fiona was home.
Meet Fiona...
The perfect model for JoeysCoat...
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
The Boston Chronicles Part 3
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
The Boston Chronicles Part 2
We came home one day and found a note on the counter from Tom. It was a list of items he had borrowed. DeeDee was at the bottom of the list. She returned only as a guest - apparently she preferred her new living arrangements.
Joey's brother, DeeDee's best friend, and Tom and Kate's eccentric little man with my handsome boy.
"DeeDee" 1998 with our daughter-in-law Kate. |
"Zombie and Joey" 2004 |
Joey's Beginnings
My partner of 23 years and my youngest son, Tom (pictured with Zom and Joey) share the same birthday, albeit 21 years apart. Both wanted a puppy. We did our homework and found a responsible breeder in Eastern Washington with a litter of Boston pups ready for adoption. We drove over the mountains on a clear winter day and chose two males, one a wirey brindle and white and his brother, a chunky black and white with a blockhead. On the drive back to Seattle we made the decision to give Tom a choice between the two baby brothers and we would keep the other, tho secretly I had already fallen in love with the blockhead. Tom chose "Zombie" and Joey the blockhead was ours to keep. We brought him home.
Home is the the beautiful Island of Vashon in the Puget Sound reachable only by a twenty minute ferry boat ride. It is the home of artists and artisans, farmers and musicians, wine-makers, educators, tradespeople, healers and professionals, all with a conscience and passion to support and maintain the health and integrity of our community. As a population we recycle, free-cycle, donate and repurpose almost everything. Waste is not a way of life on Vashon.
I have had the privilege of living my entire life surrounded by talented individuals. Family - past and present, near and far - friends, friends of friends, teachers, co-workers, acquaintances, all gifted, all generous, all willing to share their time, energy and knowledge. My dear friend, Kari, an Island photographer shot the original photo of Joey in his coat, my boy's father, a Professor of Art History spent hours advising me on the technical intricacies of website creation, my oldest son, Sam and his wife Sara, developers of an on-line fashion magazine styled the photo shoot with Mary and Joey that day in August, my dear friend, Tami, an Island business owner and artist, provided immeasurable support and encouragement as my sounding board. There have been many other important contributors, it has been an organic process from conception to creation that still continues.
I know there will be many others involved with JoeysCoat. Something that began as a conversation over a glass of wine in my living room on a dark winter's night has changed my life, and Joey's life and death is the catalyst.
Home is the the beautiful Island of Vashon in the Puget Sound reachable only by a twenty minute ferry boat ride. It is the home of artists and artisans, farmers and musicians, wine-makers, educators, tradespeople, healers and professionals, all with a conscience and passion to support and maintain the health and integrity of our community. As a population we recycle, free-cycle, donate and repurpose almost everything. Waste is not a way of life on Vashon.
I have had the privilege of living my entire life surrounded by talented individuals. Family - past and present, near and far - friends, friends of friends, teachers, co-workers, acquaintances, all gifted, all generous, all willing to share their time, energy and knowledge. My dear friend, Kari, an Island photographer shot the original photo of Joey in his coat, my boy's father, a Professor of Art History spent hours advising me on the technical intricacies of website creation, my oldest son, Sam and his wife Sara, developers of an on-line fashion magazine styled the photo shoot with Mary and Joey that day in August, my dear friend, Tami, an Island business owner and artist, provided immeasurable support and encouragement as my sounding board. There have been many other important contributors, it has been an organic process from conception to creation that still continues.
I know there will be many others involved with JoeysCoat. Something that began as a conversation over a glass of wine in my living room on a dark winter's night has changed my life, and Joey's life and death is the catalyst.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
The Boston Chronicles Part 1
Obviously, neither my brother nor I was consulted when naming the family dog...
The two smiling kids are mine...their dad and I standing behind them...
"Missy" 1930 with my mother and uncle. |
This is the beginning of my family's history with the Boston Terrier. Eighty-one years and three generations. We have a genuine love of the Breed.
"Missy" 1961 came home in my dad's suit pocket..I was 5. |
"Missy" 1973 our second Boston Terrier. |
Obviously, neither my brother nor I was consulted when naming the family dog...
"Missy" 1982 with my big brother. |
"Amos" 1984 my boy's first Boston Terrier. |
The two smiling kids are mine...their dad and I standing behind them...
"Maggie" 1988 and "Boo" 1991 |
My partner's first experience with Boston Terriers.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
How JoeysCoat came to be...
Have you ever had a special relationship with a dog that you could not define?
I recently was a guest at the retirement party for a dear friend who was celebrating 31 years of service in the City of Seattle Fire Department. There was a very large contingent of City employees there to wish her well, most of whom I had never met. One woman brought her dog, Simon. I found myself drawn to the only dog in attendance and therefore engaged in conversation with Simon's owner. She described Simon as the newest member of her family and a second dog who had stayed home for the evening. She then shared the story of a third dog who died two years ago who she described as her soul mate. I immediately understood her - a silent connection was made without her knowledge and I felt an unspoken kinship with her that will always remain.
Joey went to sleep for the last time on September 25, 2009 under the shade of the Maple tree in our meadow, he was not yet six years old. Six weeks prior Joey had been diagnosed with gastroenteritis. We went to the Vet and came home with antibiotics anticipating his full recovery. Joey rallied for a few days and then began to show signs of unexplained pain. Back to the Vet for more tests which identified a disc issue with the good news being he was healthy in every other way. We treated his pain and kept him as quiet as possible to promote a quick recovery. Always wanting to please, Joey rallied again as his health continued to decline. First came seizures, then blindness; I continued to cling to the hope that it would all pass and he would miraculously recover to the vibrant, energetic boy I loved so. My gut told me his condition was irreversible, however I refused to acknowledge it. Joey continued to follow me everywhere I went, loyal and committed as ever, only moving at a much slower pace. He sensed my fear of losing him and his desire to reassure me was constant.
Joey was my boy...in 55 years I have loved and lost twelve Boston Terriers, however Joey's death was the most difficult to accept. I was inconsolable.
There is a difference between a pet and a companion - that rare dog that comes along that you share a profound connection with. They sense when you are coming home, when you are happy or sad, when you want to play and when you feel like being quiet. There is something idiosyncratic in their nature, perhaps they are quirky or odd in the most endearing manner. I believe it is because of those things books are written about them, poems are penned, quotes assigned. It is the pivotal moment in life when one ceases to be a pet owner and become a dog lover. That one animal you connect with who forever changes your life - when they leave they take a part of your soul with them. Not everyone understands this, however when they do, they know exactly what you are talking about - that's how it was with Joey.
Joey's coat was a vintage find my oldest son and daughter-in-law picked up thrifting in Manhattan. Joey wore it while we photographed our dear friend Mary, a Seattle jewelry designer and retired ballerina from the Pacific Northwest Ballet Company. We did not know at the time that Joey was sick; the photo shoot was to be the last photos of him as the handsome healthy boy he was.
At the time, I could not have known how important that photo of Joey in his coat would be in my ability to recover from the empty space he left behind. Creating JoeysCoat has allowed me to channel my grief in a constructive manner that will keep him a part of my daily existence.
JoeysCoat is a responsible product. The fabrics are all vintage, recycled and repurposed from clothing and blankets found in Thrift Stores and at Estate Sales; no longer valued or needed, all with a history of their own. The buttons and buckles are recycled from a time gone by, all given a new purpose in life. The majority of the binding is vintage as well, found in the original packaging from companies in businesses that still exist, with original pricing on the labels, some as low as .08 cents for a five yard piece. The colors and textures reflect the decades in which they were created.
The coats are cut and sewn from a pattern fashioned after Joey's vintage coat with some minor changes to give it a personality all it's own. Each coat is given special consideration as fabric, trim, buckles and buttons are carefully chosen for just the right combination; each unique - no two alike. The craftsmanship is exceptional thanks to my friend Carrie who has thoughtfully created the samples for the website.
From Joey's death a remarkable memory has been born - inspired coats handcrafted from vintage textiles and repurposed materials for the discerning canine and the humans who love them.
I recently was a guest at the retirement party for a dear friend who was celebrating 31 years of service in the City of Seattle Fire Department. There was a very large contingent of City employees there to wish her well, most of whom I had never met. One woman brought her dog, Simon. I found myself drawn to the only dog in attendance and therefore engaged in conversation with Simon's owner. She described Simon as the newest member of her family and a second dog who had stayed home for the evening. She then shared the story of a third dog who died two years ago who she described as her soul mate. I immediately understood her - a silent connection was made without her knowledge and I felt an unspoken kinship with her that will always remain.
Joey went to sleep for the last time on September 25, 2009 under the shade of the Maple tree in our meadow, he was not yet six years old. Six weeks prior Joey had been diagnosed with gastroenteritis. We went to the Vet and came home with antibiotics anticipating his full recovery. Joey rallied for a few days and then began to show signs of unexplained pain. Back to the Vet for more tests which identified a disc issue with the good news being he was healthy in every other way. We treated his pain and kept him as quiet as possible to promote a quick recovery. Always wanting to please, Joey rallied again as his health continued to decline. First came seizures, then blindness; I continued to cling to the hope that it would all pass and he would miraculously recover to the vibrant, energetic boy I loved so. My gut told me his condition was irreversible, however I refused to acknowledge it. Joey continued to follow me everywhere I went, loyal and committed as ever, only moving at a much slower pace. He sensed my fear of losing him and his desire to reassure me was constant.
Joey was my boy...in 55 years I have loved and lost twelve Boston Terriers, however Joey's death was the most difficult to accept. I was inconsolable.
There is a difference between a pet and a companion - that rare dog that comes along that you share a profound connection with. They sense when you are coming home, when you are happy or sad, when you want to play and when you feel like being quiet. There is something idiosyncratic in their nature, perhaps they are quirky or odd in the most endearing manner. I believe it is because of those things books are written about them, poems are penned, quotes assigned. It is the pivotal moment in life when one ceases to be a pet owner and become a dog lover. That one animal you connect with who forever changes your life - when they leave they take a part of your soul with them. Not everyone understands this, however when they do, they know exactly what you are talking about - that's how it was with Joey.
Joey's coat was a vintage find my oldest son and daughter-in-law picked up thrifting in Manhattan. Joey wore it while we photographed our dear friend Mary, a Seattle jewelry designer and retired ballerina from the Pacific Northwest Ballet Company. We did not know at the time that Joey was sick; the photo shoot was to be the last photos of him as the handsome healthy boy he was.
At the time, I could not have known how important that photo of Joey in his coat would be in my ability to recover from the empty space he left behind. Creating JoeysCoat has allowed me to channel my grief in a constructive manner that will keep him a part of my daily existence.
JoeysCoat is a responsible product. The fabrics are all vintage, recycled and repurposed from clothing and blankets found in Thrift Stores and at Estate Sales; no longer valued or needed, all with a history of their own. The buttons and buckles are recycled from a time gone by, all given a new purpose in life. The majority of the binding is vintage as well, found in the original packaging from companies in businesses that still exist, with original pricing on the labels, some as low as .08 cents for a five yard piece. The colors and textures reflect the decades in which they were created.
The coats are cut and sewn from a pattern fashioned after Joey's vintage coat with some minor changes to give it a personality all it's own. Each coat is given special consideration as fabric, trim, buckles and buttons are carefully chosen for just the right combination; each unique - no two alike. The craftsmanship is exceptional thanks to my friend Carrie who has thoughtfully created the samples for the website.
From Joey's death a remarkable memory has been born - inspired coats handcrafted from vintage textiles and repurposed materials for the discerning canine and the humans who love them.
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