Visit to the Art Institute of Chicago.

As an artist, my photography, art and creations with textiles blend into each other, the edges are blurred. As a child I would spend hours reading art books, looking at the pictures. I loved the colors, I loved the line and I committed them to  memory. Now as an adult, I like the same things…

International Quilt Show Chicago.

Participants at the luncheon came up close and personal with some highly decorated camels. The race began in a flurry of dust and flaying legs and then Robot jockeys with little hats, and patchwork silks bounced on rounded backs around the 10 mile track and we the viewers followed in four wheel drive amid the noise of the official course broadcaster and the noise of ‘hand on horns’…

Somewhere over the rainbow.

Just finished reading some of Winnie the Pooh to Tilly over skype. I'm so tired I started typing the blog into the google word space…!!!! I've been up since 3.30 am and now it's 10.45 and the eyes are and body are not even functioning.. Class was just wonderful and they were the nicest ladies….