I had this drawing in my mind and recently I decided to show it for the first time. I really don't want to keep it to myself anymore. You might say I want to share it with the world. Our people are about design and colors. I really don't know which comes first. They just sort of happen. I can tell when this happens. I get hungry. This is about my sister going to the four day squaw dance. She shows off her horse and her beautiful clothes hoping at the end of the four days, she would have found a future husband. This is how it was in the old days. The parents played the role of picking out your mate for you. No dating please and she better know how to cook that ever loving fry bread.