Our travel companions will be exposed to the beauty, the day to day workings and sometimes, the sheer luxury of India. For me, the excitement of my trips is waking the senses and being challenged. I enjoy exploring and capturing what some would say is the mundane with my camera. So we will source our tools to work with in the markets of Old Delhi.
I don’t know if this is going to work but this is the book I’m writing as I travel. I will add comments from others as it unfolds.
A new idea , travel, textiles and wrting.
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 at least 50% of my design in your creation. You have from now until the 3rd of August (SA time) to work your magic. The prize will be one of my small houses quilts made just for you! And 6 runners up will receive “The Adventures of the Amazing Alphabet” This time I will share all of the entries on a page on my blog. Pam’s houses competition. If you click on the link above it will give you the PDF you can print out.
This is a small video I made on the creation of the funny little crow quilt. https://spark.adobe.com/video/U17jvvwmyAp71/embed
Back to the blog.
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’
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 the sky maybe they’re landing, maybe they’re taking off, but every move of the plane sends shards of reflected light floating through the air. It’s rather beautiful in the orange glow of sunset. I’m munching on a rather dry croissant and sipping coke zero. Not the most healthy of meals but never the less it fills a space. The time at home in South Australia is 12.12 pm and its lunch time, so the body says eat. It takes me a few days to tell the body that we are on the other side of the world with 16 hours time difference. One thing I’ve learned from many years of travel is to eat when you’re hungry, no matter what …
“What is this, an Alphabet or something” I asked Miss “A’s head wobbled … she shifted awkwardly on her spindly legs. She dropped her head and looked sideways. “Anyone for a cuppa?” Chirped a sweet voice . A cup with a tippy teapot and spindly leg popped up from another drawer. “Would you like a nice cup of tea dear”? it said. I couldn’t work out whether it was a lady or a man. But now it has a head I realise it was a chirpy voiced lady. The teapot swung dangerously on her long “C” arm. The teapot jiggled and Joggled. What a surprise, I had met, A, B, C. now.