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The song of solomon


My favorite bible passage is found in the second chapter of The Song of Solomon verse 1. This is the response the Shulammite maiden girl gave to the King Solomon after he describes how beautiful she looks.

" A mere saffron of the coastal plains I am, a lily of the low plains."

I have never had a King tell me I was beautiful or tell me of all the things he would give to me if I stay with him so I have no idea what that feels like. I am quite happy to not have had that experience.

I am the oldest of 4 girls that resulted for the union of Sally Mae Williams and Joe Louis Owens. They were married October 21, 1961 I am not sure of the year.

I am one that could be completely alone and find something to do or something to dream about. I read all kinds of books.

On rainy days when we could not go outside and play my sisters relied on me to think up some crazy game for us to play. We always had fun.

My mother started sewing clothes for me with I was 6. I was too tall for everything they had in the stores. I sat next to her and watched as she put things together. I am not sure if she started making mistakes on purpose but soon I was fixing the mistakes she made and soon following patterns and making clothing and then making clothing without patterns.

Sewing became my way to escape my surroundings and well as helping me to get through many sleepless nights. Don't get me wrong my home life was great except for the fact that my mother who also happen to my best friend was battling breast cancer for most of my teenage years. I was 21 years old when she died. Her first surgery was when I was in 8th grade.

She had a determine spirit and alway found a way to find good in everyone she encountered. She smile even when she was in pain.

My sisters then turned to me even more after she died so i tried to think like my mother and then act accordingly. I made dress for special occasions. Decorated wedding reception halls. Had fab time doing baby showers as theme parties. We did not celebrate the different holiday but I made sure we had lots of parties and created reason to celebrate.

Then my father died. Lung cancer. My one sister was in the middle of planning her wedding when my father died and it was hard for her to deal with the thought that he would not be there to walk her down the aisle.

I gave up my apartment and move into the family house with my younger sister. I would stay up all night sewing clothes or whatever came into my head.

I started this blog just to explain why it is entiled a lilly of the low plains. It is not because of some great humility. It is because through all that I have deal with in life and will deal with in the future I am not special nor do I want to be.

It has been my dream to be a fashion designer. I have often dream of this. I read the blogs of so many people who are doing just want they want to do. I am no different from them.




It has been my dream to be a fashion designer. I actually am a fashion designer among many fashion designers a mere lilly of the low plains.

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