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My Color Purple Story

One of my very favorite movies that I haven’t reseen in a long time, The Color Purple, has one of my favorite scenes of all time. I’ve mentioned this before but here I go again. Oprah Winfrey’s character Sophia Butler was spirited. After she is struck down and jailed for her spirit, she’s deformed and in the service of a neurotic white woman named Miss Millie who is loathable.

In this scene, Sophia gets to go see her family again and she drives herself there with Miss Millie in Miss Millie’s car. She arrives and is overjoyed and ready to get out and visit and hold and love on her loved ones. But Miss Millie can’t drive the car away. She gets upset by the happy children jumping about for Sophia and grinds the gears. And melts down.

Fiona and the purple asters on Shalavee.com

And just that quickly, Millie has to get back in the driver’s seat of the car and take care of Miss Millie like she’s a child. It’s the most heart wrenching scene. This is the scene I think of when I attempt to create and be in my happy zone only to be ripped from my train of thought and interrupted by a two-year old.

This is exactly why I don’t usually attempt to do anything. But as I said that first day of the challenge, a little bit is better than nada. Because there’s just nothing else to choose. Choosing to not create is unacceptable. Or should I say, choosing to not create in the craft room because Fiona is there isn’t reason enough.

And maybe the next time I will just be a bad Mama and put her in front of the Television. Duh.

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.
Alice Walker,
The Color Purple

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4 Responses to “My Color Purple Story”

  1. Carm White says:

    Loved the book so I never saw the movie (if that makes sense). God should be offended by all the things we fail to notice, be it flowers in a field or the beautiful facial structure of the young man handing you your change at the Jubalee market.

    This morning I’m hiding out in the studio, sewing together fabric pieces that will one day morph into a wonderful quilt with no planning of fabric placement. Good to let go. My challenge is to let go of what I think I should be getting done and instead, be grateful for what I did manage to eek out.

    • Shalagh says:

      Oh Carm, do yourself a favor and see the movie. What incredible talent there is there. Director, actors, gives me chills. And I get the gawking over the beauty of youth. I adore you for being committed to random quilting. Probably because that would be the only kind I could be. Crazy quilter. And be thankful for every single cross stitch and bobbin threading you do. Value the process not the results.
      Love to you,
      Shalagh

  2. claireylove says:

    Oh I remember those days well! Just keep on writing about it, over it, around it, through it, under it, above it… One day you won’t remember what these days really felt like and you’ll be grateful of the record. And you’re so right, a little bit is so much more than nada ~ so much more it could be measured in oceans x

    • Shalagh says:

      Can I just say Thank you and I am so gratefully loving you for the permission you are pouring forth for me Claire. Oceans back to you lovely lady. Oceans of gratitude and appreciation for your acknowledgement.”About it, over it, around it,through it, under it”.
      Love,
      Shalagh

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