The Day diary of a Textile Art Tutor. – Capture and Create.

It’s so nice being home. I have another day of teaching today with a group of ladies who honour me with their presence. I’m always humbled and I still have the feeling of amazement that someone actually waits in anticipation, prepares and packs their supplies to come to one of my classes. When those ladies arrive laden with their machines and large overflowing bags of fabric, notions and the latest equipment I do a little mental dance.

Photo Journal of Petra in Jordan

I was flying from Israel to Dubai. I had to have a compulsory stop in Jordan on the way. Of course I couldn’t go out of the airport terminal but I was surprised at the amount of Americans dressed in their khaki  safari dress. I couldn’t help but overhear their conversation and they were talking about…

Procrastinating – The decision is made.

I needed to sit and write this afternoon. I’ve had to make a huge decision today and sometimes just the act of writing or drawing takes me to a place where I can touch my childhood and all is well with the world.

Going Home.

I have a huge project to complete and I need to be incredibly disciplined. I can’t create another quilt for an entire year which is frustrating. I have so many ideas in my head and the sketch book but I just can’t allow myself the luxury.

The Shipshewana Quilt Festival.

I’ve just left Shipshewana and it’s certainly with a degree of sadness. Its left me with a desire to return and explore more.

We arrived at about 8.00 pm last Sunday. It was still light and as we made our way to the hotel, we passed a number of Amish buggies on the road. They hold a fascination for me. The stark black shape of the buggy as opposed to the beauty and fluidity of the horses trotting. The red sign on the back for safety is a design element and somehow I need to work it into a project.

Alice Isabella visits the quilt show.

The Quilt Show. Alice Isabella decided to walk to the quilt show. She tucked her big bag full of quilting ‘stuff’ under her arm and began the walk down the street. There were a lot of people walking in this direction and that. Their feet made loud noises on the pavement. She passed a big line of bright yellow taxis.

Capture and Create.

Repetition creates a pattern, which consequently and naturally grabs our attention at first and then creates the comfort of familiarity. I used the Andy Warhol theory and then of course Kaffe did one with bowls in each block.

“From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere!” Dr Seuss

When I was 26, Keith bought me a Lemair Helvetia that did button holes and it had a foot pedal… it even went backward and forwards and did a zig zag!!!! I just couldn’t believe it. I just kept touching it, I was the luckiest woman in the world and indeed I made buttonhole after buttonhole just because I could. Heaven, I was in Heaven, and a year later I got my yellow electric typewriter. It clacked away at an alarming speed but I never did much with it.