When it gets to be this time of year, & I see all the Thanksgiving decorations out, I think of the Pilgrims & the Indians. I am kind of partial to the Indians though, afterall, they were here first. Also I've been told from day one how much Native American I have in me..."you have it on both sides of the family, you should've got a college scholarship"...ha ha. So I guess I can call them my peeps, even though I am lily white.
Anyway, I've been on this kick, making collage pictures of little Indians on canvas. I put them on my mantle, because their little faces make me happy. Once I put the artwork up, I remembered my little Indian doll, my aunt gave me as a kid. Upstairs I went to rummage around in my closet & find it. After finding the doll & putting it on the mantle too, it felt like it was missing something still. Perhaps the doll needed a friend? Off I went to search on EBAY for another vintage Indian doll. I get slightly obsessed when I think I have a brilliant idea. I am happy to say I restrained myself that day, & I haven't bought another doll yet.
When I was thinking about this post, I was thinking about a picture I like of my Dad & brother, in Indian costumes, that I will share. Back in the day, there were groups called Indian Guides & Indian Maidens. My Dad & brother were in the Mohawk's & my Mom & I were in the Navajo's. My Indian name was Little Sunflower. I think we went on some camping trips, & got to wear our costumes in the Temple City parade...pretty exciting stuff.
So that was my train of thought about Indians & decorating for Thanksgiving. It's a crazy,wild ride in this head of mine sometimes.