All posts filed under: musings

Take the leap.

      We live 20 minutes from the beach. This was a photo I took last year at this time. I love my journey and a part of that is that 2017 has  gone and I look forward with great excitement to 2018. Sure there have been ups and downs… some have been almost too hard to even talk about however, you get through them. But for Petes sake, we live in a spectacularly beautiful place. We have relative safety and I for one appreciate absolutely everything, from sitting in ‘my’ special old chair, watching TV, eating vegemite on toast and making my own coffee. To traveling to exotic places staying in amazing hotels and meeting extraordinary people. I’ve met and worked with hundreds of people throughout the world in 2017 and its an absolute privilege.  Then again, you don’t have to travel to distant shores to define beauty. Just stop and look around you. New year is just another day on the calendar for me. It’s not special, its just a date and …

Textiles, the story – of a journey to discover the fabric of everyday life.

  Hop onto a plane in Houston and travel 24 hours, change the time zone to go backwards and you’re in Delhi, India  at a very unusual time of the morning. (2.00 am) but with a gathering of spirits in  immigration, lines and lines of tired people from all walks of life, you finally do get to you hotel at 4.00 am. So you sleep a little and feel you are invincible because you slept 4 hours. I knew I wasn’t really in the best frame of mind because I was not happy with the state of my room in the light of day, or the fact that we were placed at a very small untidy table for breakfast. This one’s off the list for me. That’s what travel does to you at times. Irrationality strikes and you become a bit crabby. However, I chided myself for my less than satisfactory understanding and faced the day with great optimism. Time to explore, time to look at the Textiles that play such a big part in …

Flexibility. (the quality of bending without breaking)

It appears  that the year has moved at a faster pace this year than any previous year. Of course that’s nonsense, but it’s the way I perceive it. It’s not my age, nor my mental capabilities it’s the experiences and adventures that have moved so swiftly, one blending into another creating a seamless flow. I’m a bit of a Pollyanna. I err on the positive, but of course the negative rears its head at times only to be beaten back into submission with an imaginary hammer. It’s when I lay my head down and the darkness envelopes me in a very comforting way that the mind wanders and composes these blogs. This mornings walk in the dark was about:- Flexibility. That’s the key word you need if you live the life I live.  But I chuckle as I reflect on being told “The problem with you is that you are inflexible” by a most inflexible employer earlier this year. I have to be flexible to be up at 4.00 am preparing to travel for the …

Quilt Indulgence an Aussie Quilt show experience.

Capturing the essence. There’s a comfortable noise. More like a hum in fact. Every now and then I hear a portion of a conversation and it inevitably revolves around quilting. A child runs through the crowd and demands his Parents attention. The men attending seem to be in the grey hair group and I note that one of them is fast asleep and about to fall in his dinner. Is Quilting that boring? Maybe he has a sleep disorder. The funny thing is that his wife just shifted his orange juice and plate and the conversation with her friends continued without a beat. No outside windows make the room grey, punctuated by the neon lights of the pokies next door and the colourful message boards describing the food you can purchase. There is a faint smell of cigarette smoke, roast lamb and alcohol. There are strong Australian accents that are harder on the ear than the accents I’ve been listening to over the past few months. Somehow I never seem to be aware of accents …

The miracle of the day.

Asilomar. There is a grey blue light outside and by the time I have gone through my emails and finished this post it will burst into orange. The miracle of the day. So I figure that when the day begins with such an event, the rest of the day almost can’t go wrong. Maybe it’s just attitude that allows you to see the ‘graciousness’ in moment. I figure that if you grab that jolly word with both hands and hang on, you can’t go wrong for the rest of the day.

I folded my dreams into my every day life – I became a Textile Artist.

I love art, photography, textiles, threads and sewing machines. But goodness me I don’t pretend to be an expert in everything.
I just have great confidence in what I do in my own preferred genres and what I can achieve, which has led me to share my ideas and techniques with others who love the same things as I do.

I folded my dreams into my everyday life.