You just can’t be too precious. I’ve been working on the Quilting of this quilt for days now. I don’t like it. So I put it aside and I will do another one. That’s the way it is.
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Pam’s Houses Competition.
As promised the Houses to create magic. I would love to share my little houses with you and I wonder what you would do with them? You could put them in a line, Built a Neighbourhood. Design a quilt. You can enlarge them, add to them, create your own, but you need to have…
Sun, sky, and salutes to the past.
Having the freedom to stand out there in silence, under the sun, observing the history of this area is wonderful. Â Â
I concentrated on capturing the texture and the patterns made.
Crikey it’s a crow
I’ve just spent almost two weeks at the Empty Spools Quilting Retreat in Asilomar. I was out photographing on a very cold evening. When a crow began to follow me. He landed on a branch in front of me and I just snapped a few photos of him against the sky. I love whimsy,…
The Empty Spools Quilting Retreat begins.
So as I write, very soon about 300 ladies will be arriving here at Asilomar. There is a lot of smiling chatting and animated conversation. Ladies are toting large bags full of goodies, cases roll to the beat of sneaker clad feet and the expectation is high.
I just smile and say ‘Thank you’
For dedicated quilters, going to Asilomar is like a week long creative party.
I met the most interesting man at lunch. He had the cutest round glasses and of course I told him so… then we had a conversation about glasses.
It was great to visit with him, we talked about the psychology of creativity. Those little surprises are precious. He mentioned that some people live their creativity, it affects everything they do. I never looked at it that way.
Living the life folks. – The journey of the traveling Grandma.
Day 24 of 89 on the road. The day began early. Very early. Check the weight of the luggage, I am so sick of lifting luggage, my arms ache, but I had to do it again, no one else is there to do if for me. Scoot down to the lobby and wait for…
Living the life folks. – The journey of the traveling Grandma.
I’m a ‘something’ year old Grandmother living the dream of traveling and teaching, creating and photographing and working darn hard simply because I love it. Day 23 of 89 on the road. Sitting at my desk in the Hilton Los LAX, Los Angeles. The sun’s going down and I see a number of planes in…
Traveling, teaching and tall tales.
The scenery is beautiful and the trees are so different… but I hope to do a proper photo essay in the next few days
The Adventures of the Amazing Alphabet, creating the “D” for door.
One day I decided to go to the village of Gruddley. I went to the smallest house in the village. I was told it was Princess Tilly’s house. I knocked gently. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. “Anyone home?’ No one answered so I walked inside. “Hello?’ Still no one answered. I tip toed own the passage and…