The sun's last hurrah laid long shadows across the barren plain. All was silent but the soft buzz hum of the Cowboy Prince's foot on his sewing machine pedal and the scissors snap snipping into the night. The city, a distant blur on the horizon could not reach him here, for he was too lost in his work.
He did not own a time machine, but he did own a sewing machine, and as he worked long into the night with only his scissors gleaming in the moonlight for company the past became reality. And with each stitch he could feel the way things used to be. He could sense the spurs of cowboys echoing on the hard wood floor, the thunder of buffalo chased by Comanches and the enamored steps of southern boys in homespun uniforms marching outside his window. With each stitch he could envision the chivalric curtsee of men in high waisted trousers, the bold wink of sophisticated flappers and he could even envision the symphony of working Americans taking to the road, an orchestra of hammers and steel, banjo, trumpet, fiddle, war drums, shovels, Cab Calloway, the declaration of Independence and the courageous shouts of Alamo defenders in coonskin caps...
Carried away into the romance of times he never lived, dazed on historic nostalgia, the Cowboy Prince smiled to himself and re focused on his work.

....Based in Richmond, Virginia, Charlie C. Umhau is a self proclaimed and self taught Folk Art Tailor, Artist and inspiring costume designer. He fuses together old timey Americana styles, fashions and ideologies in an attempt to remind, to inspire, and perhaps liberate the modern United States with a folk art living history revival. Or perhaps just invite people to embrace dressing up more.

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