"One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes." -The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Friday, September 17, 2010
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Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Eco Colour Trouble/Play
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India Flint's Book, Eco Colour, finally came in the mail last week, the cover, which I just scanned into my computer is above. My friend SaraMuse has been working with this book for a while. Tantalizing images and words from her have been on my mind while I have been so involved with the new school year and my classes, painting the inside of my house, and working on interesting techniques for my thread paintings. |
| He backed down our driveway with all of this! |
I said, "A clump," he heard, "All of it??" We then stripped the clumps off of these limbs and put them into four kitchen trash bags and then put them into our freezer because that is what India said to do in her book. Now I am anxiously waiting for a day to use these berries to dye some silk so that I can participate in the Found Stitched and Dyed international sewing circle that India started on her blog. I will follow SaraMuzes lead and visit some thrift stores for silk to reinvent, re-use, and invigorate. |
| Next, I am after goldenrod and Black Walnuts! |
Monday, September 13, 2010
How Can One Say. . .
| In this age of the internet but. . .a real jewel in the form of a real live friend who lives and breaths and shares and inspires. . . |
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
The Case of the Case
Not Even Close
Simply Not Acceptable
Friday, September 10, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Tinker Town
This hill and every other hill for about 2 miles is completely covered with cars by the time we leave to go home at the end of the day. |
The crowd was small when we first arrived. |
| A great rooster I wanted to buy but did not want to carry! |
Sunday, September 5, 2010
A Slow Luncheon by the Riverside
Thursday I attended a luncheon with some friends in the town where I live on the edge; the edge of a different century and way of life. I find that I tip my toe into the flowing river which runs next to it and down below my kings X every now and then to feel the temperature of it all. Sometimes, the water is warm and sometimes it is not. Sometimes the river is rushing along filled with lost debris from somewhere else up the mountains or very shallow and almost dry.
I find it all surreal in the sense that it is magnified and larger than life or hyper-real from my point of view because it does not happen very often. I consider whether or not it is a good thing or is it a bad thing.
The beauty of it comes when you walk into a Victorian house into the dining room where the table scape takes your breath away. Where every detail is beyond. The flowers catch your attention, first of all, because they are so perfectly placed and the adornment so appropriate for the occasion. Then you notice the place settings are beautiful, in themselves, with Burgundy Red chargers beneath the magnificent pineapple bird with a half of a banana as its' tail feather lifted toward the crystal chandelier and the ceiling of the room. This bird is on each and every plate in the room filled with summer fruit and a dish of chicken salad which we promptly eat with pleasant conversation as we pass the lovely crackers that we spread with a bit of the salad. We drink "sweet tea" which is such a southern tradition. All of this is followed with a treat of cheese cake full of chocolate and pralines, a chocolate covered strawberry, and two tiny truffles, along with freshly brewed coffee.
Presents from the hostess, come from California and Hawaii where she recently traveled, they include a lei and Sees' candy, and a tiny silk bag filled with chocolate from the Hershey's Museum, these were given to each of the group.
The contrast of this day with every other day, is significant, but it is much enjoyed. My life is so filled with current, electricity and otherwise, as I hold it to the slowness of a Victorian day shared. This river is flowing just right, this day, not too warm, not too full of debris, just a little lazy and slow.
I forgot to take my camera so you will have to see the picture through my words, this time.
I find it all surreal in the sense that it is magnified and larger than life or hyper-real from my point of view because it does not happen very often. I consider whether or not it is a good thing or is it a bad thing.
The beauty of it comes when you walk into a Victorian house into the dining room where the table scape takes your breath away. Where every detail is beyond. The flowers catch your attention, first of all, because they are so perfectly placed and the adornment so appropriate for the occasion. Then you notice the place settings are beautiful, in themselves, with Burgundy Red chargers beneath the magnificent pineapple bird with a half of a banana as its' tail feather lifted toward the crystal chandelier and the ceiling of the room. This bird is on each and every plate in the room filled with summer fruit and a dish of chicken salad which we promptly eat with pleasant conversation as we pass the lovely crackers that we spread with a bit of the salad. We drink "sweet tea" which is such a southern tradition. All of this is followed with a treat of cheese cake full of chocolate and pralines, a chocolate covered strawberry, and two tiny truffles, along with freshly brewed coffee.
Presents from the hostess, come from California and Hawaii where she recently traveled, they include a lei and Sees' candy, and a tiny silk bag filled with chocolate from the Hershey's Museum, these were given to each of the group.
The contrast of this day with every other day, is significant, but it is much enjoyed. My life is so filled with current, electricity and otherwise, as I hold it to the slowness of a Victorian day shared. This river is flowing just right, this day, not too warm, not too full of debris, just a little lazy and slow.
I forgot to take my camera so you will have to see the picture through my words, this time.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
A Little loopy using Batiks Etc. scrap bag Part 1
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| THIS is going to be a fold up knitting needle case for a Sock Knitter Who has many sizes of needles Who makes many sizes of socks. It is a great thing to live close to a great quilt store where I made a visit yesterday with my mom. Mom makes great baskets and bracelets using these grab bags I do loopy things with it too. What I love about this is that it is scrap material that is beautiful and it is practical and it is colorful and I love batik because it is colored through and through, no need to worry about a wrong side showing because there is none and the best part is that it is cut, already, which saves my hands and my limited time. I have no affiliation with the quilt store but I want you to know that they spend a lot of time working with my mom who is getting up in her years and has physical limitations which do not slow her down as long as she can sit or have something to hold on to. I listened to her all the way home talking about how much she loves the people in the store and how nice they are to her. In this world it is very nice to have human contact that is pleasant. Part 2 of this I will show the finished lined, Velcro-ed, be-ribboned, case, and a couple of mom bracelets she makes. Stay tuned! |
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Painting Everything White
Bat Proof
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Lemon & Lavender Cookies for Carolyn
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