Re: questions from a reporter
Posted by Lauren on October 15, 2002 at 02:04:22:
I was convinced for several years that Zimra had some sort of magic
fairy dust in her paste because it was the only thing that would
stain me. I was using tube premixes. Then Zimra gave some of her
powder and told me how to mix it myself. Several months later, I
found the bag in the back seat of the car and decided to use it, only
I'd forgotten how, so I did all sorts of reserach and made this
glorious mix with coffee and black tea and fresh rose petals and
hibiscus flowers and tamarind and cloves and I forget what else, and
let it stew for two days, then made the henna and applied it and
sealed and wrapped and kept it on for 12hours and unwrpped to find
not a darn thing there. It had been in the sun and died. This did
not help with my Zimra fixation :)
: --What's your best memory of applying henna?
Applying henna to the little Palestinian girl who had been shot int
he head while sleeping in her room one night and came to the US to
getthe bullet removed. She and her mom didn't speak English and I
didn't speak Arabic, but I brought CCJ's pattern book for them to
look through. The ilttle girl got all excited and jumped up and
down, pointing, when she came to the page with arabic words on it.
The girl's name was Marwa, and that's on that page meaning wisdom.
She was so happy to have found it. I was glad I could give her a
little of home.
: --Your worst?
Using the unprintable jacquard bottle at a fair and having my thumb
stop responding to me after about halfway through when I had a line!
Also doing my first wedding knowing that the bride couldn't keept he
henna on for more than a cuople hours at most. This was my big intro
to the local Indian population and the bride's hands were a tepid
sort of orange on the palms and on the backs of the hands you
coulnd't see anything. I wouldn't have called me, had I been them,
and only now am I getting calls for weddings, years later.
Nothing partucularly funny, except general cuteness from my older
son. For a long time, whenever I got out my stuff, he insisted "Mama
nenna?" holding out his hand. I could usually get away with a smiley
face. Now he "helps" in the booth. He goes up to people and points
at my books and tells them "These are my Mama's designs. She does
henna. Would you like some henna?" and if someone should look but
leave, sometimes he'll get this look of concern on his face and call
out "Wait- you forgot your henna!" People think we prompt him.
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