I drink the first cup of coffee in the Qantas club. Not the ones they have prepared prior to my arrival and displayed on a tray in paper cups as you walk past. Make if fresh honey and please can I have it in a cup not a paper thing. The plane flight is just an hour and a half and I manage a little breakfast and a drawing of a rabbit, just because I could.
Tag: travel stories
India, A Textile and photography tour to remember.
“The morning comes around too fast. It seems such a short time since I laid my head on the pillow. But as predicted by an unknown deity, the sun rises and gives promise to the day.
We will have had more fun that is legal and we are less than half way through our tour.How could you not get excited by this !!!
We designed this program ourselves and the tour company organized the mechanics. Drivers, pickups and accommodationâ€.
So I can finally share out newly designed Indian Textile tour trip. We also have an add on 7 day Nepalese trip as well.
You will travel with a group of like minded people, and trust me we will take really good care of you.
Our accommodation is luxurious and the food is amazing the scenery is breathtaking in ma
Our Marathon Sunday.
It is set in the beautiful town of Tanunda, in the heart of one of South Australia’s best wine regions. The very scenic course passes many prestigious wineries, with the vines in all their autumn glory.
We left home in the dark to travel the 60 kms to the event. Son Matt and his partner Sheena left a lot earlier. It was one of the coldest mornings we’ve had for the year, but the promise of a nice day lasted just an hour or so at sunrise.
The way I see it.
Most of the things I add to my blog are for women. Textile artists mostly. Well, I think this blog will be of interest to the man in your life. The colors of these old cars just blew my mind.
One Textile Artists journey.
2 months on the road and I have told it in images. Its been a creative and at times a very difficult time but I’ve come into contact with so many wonderful people in several countries.
Yet another adventure.
To me this chosen profession has the reputation of being honest, respectful and I like to think of myself as a team player. (At least I try to be) I share my ideas on quilting with students because I love what I do and I have a passion that keeps bubbling to the surface. I have little or no control over the creative ideas that are always there under the surface and they often burst out with a sense of the ridiculous.
Take a walk with me to the Denver Art Museum and share two amazing textile stories.
In Denver people were asked to donate a blanket with a small story attached to it. The Artist Marie Watt’s work is centered around community, particularly through her use of wool blankets. As with many of her projects, she looks for blankets that hold meanings and memories. The blankets donated are folded and stacked to create a blanket sculpture. As part of donating a blanket to this project, there is a tag attached to the blanket documenting the particular story.
Craft Tours Quilt Cocoon
Kaye England overheard one of the students mention that she was a Vietnam vet.
The wheels sprang into motion and in just a few hours a Quilt of Valor was on its way with Rita Pennington, who is the Land of Lincoln coordinator for Quilts of Valor here in Illinois.
Rosemary Dawes was the recipient and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house as she was surprised during one of our evening events. I made a small video and I’m happy for you to share it with other vets and indeed your quilting community.
Its amazing what a small gift can do.
Just outside the temple gates were two little boys playing. Their faces were dirty, their clothes in rags, but they had the biggest smiles. They followed us for a short time. The other ladies had gone into the temple, but friend Pam pulled the two books out of the bag and gave one to each of the boys. The looks on their faces were just priceless. They couldn’t believe it.
They took off running as if afraid that we would take them back again.
The color of Nepal.
It’s dusty light and extremely colorful. There are no pavements on the outer ring roads, the bitumen ends and dirt begins. The sounds of horns and crows blend. There seems to be a huge amount of buses in proportion to other vehicles and to heck with health and safety, they are packed to capacity.