I’m still get surprised that people are interested in my ideas. I’m overwhelmed and my heart flies when students smile, are happy and suddenly realise that they can immerse from the ‘basic’ edge, when they can fly too! Then when I think about it, I work hard to create new ideas, new techniques in quilting…
Category: Traveling, teaching and tall tales.
I now have the time to share.
Early mornings, late nights and I needed to concentrate on my task at hand rather than socialise over the past 8 days, so now I’m free for a day and I will photograph and share as much as I can . This is one of the most stunning quilts I viewed. I love everything about…
Germany at last.
Our first morning in Krefeld was met with bright sunshine. I woke and looked out the window and along the tree lined street were trees in pure spring green, magnolias were on every block and the centuries old dwellings are of immense proportions. I had a relaxed breakfast on the verandah overlooking the gardens and…
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…
On the road again. – Traveling Quilt Teacher.
The temperature rose into the100’s today. I do love the heat, but it’s hard to sleep tonight, even the fan is struggling. It’s midnight and began this blog some 5 hours ago, but tiredness took its toll and I retired only to be back up in the silence of the night, writing. The image below…
Images of Taos NM
This is a photographic journey to Taos NM, about 6 weeks ago, I just didn’t get the time to add them to the blog.
You never know until you are told the story.
I bought rolls of the paper in the dark storeroom below. We had little idea of what we were buying because there was no light.. just an occasional flicker of a torch. I have a duty to use the paper, which I have begun to do today and as I handle it the memories flood back.
“Art speaks where words are unable to explain”
My friend Ginger and I braved 108 degree heat on the weekend to beat a path on the hot pavements to photograph the art.