I have a chili ristra hanging in my kitchen (sure, like
every Oregonian, right?) and I love the worn and weathered look of the individual chilis. What were originally colors of red, yellow, orange, and green are now more muted. The ristra has gone from a festive "hey! look at me!" to a more subtle, "been there, done that, now just hangin' around watchin' the ocean." In my past I've worn false eyelashes, a fluorescent pink bikini, and drove a red Mustang convertible. Now? I'm just hangin' around watchin' the ocean . . . ©Carol Leigh
I have a chili ristra hanging in my kitchen (sure, like every Oregonian, right?) and I love the worn and weathered look of the individual chilis. What were originally colors of red, yellow, orange, and green are now more muted. The ristra has gone from a festive "hey! look at me!" to a more subtle, "been there, done that, now just hangin' around watchin' the ocean." In my past I've worn false eyelashes, a fluorescent pink bikini, and drove a red Mustang convertible. Now? I'm just hangin' around watchin' the ocean . . . ©Carol Leigh 