I always wanted a dog. When I was a kid, my Auntie Vee got a poodle. He was small and brown and his name was Pepe. It wouldn’t have been my choice for a dog, but at that point, Pepe was as close as I came to having my own dog. When I walked past my aunt’s house on the way home from school and Pepe was in the yard I would lean over the cyclone fence and pet him. He would follow me from one end of the fence to the other, then watch me as I walked away towards home. When Auntie Vee took him to the Vet she always asked me to come with her. The Vet made her nervous, so I would sit in the front seat with Pepe on my lap and hold him when he go his shots.
I kinda forgot about Pepe, until about a year ago I started to think that I’d like to have a Standard Poodle. I’m not sure why, I think it has something to do with them being big and soft. And the few Standard Poodles I’ve known were friendly, and smart and gentle (as well as big and soft). I can’t really picture a poodle on the farm, but they herding dogs. Although watching a poodle herd seems like it would be like watching a sheep herd sheep.
Anyway, when I first opened up Laura Israel’s box of fabric and found all those poodle appliques, I didn’t think much of it. But when I sorted through them and saw how many there really were, I became curious. Was this a sign? Did Laura have a thing for poodles too? I emailed Lindsay, who sent me the fabric on behalf of her friend Michael, Laura’s son. Neither of them knew why Laura had so many poodle appliques, she was into Siamese Cats if anything.
I’m not planning on getting another dog anytime soon, so maybe the appliques are omens, or maybe they are just what all my poodle thinking has conjured up. Like Pepe, not exactly what I had in mind, but good enough for now.
Poodle Dreams is sold.