All posts tagged: Travel.

I broke the record – a small quilt pattern to share.

The South Australian Quilt Guild have a yearly Country Forum. It was held in the Ballroom at the Burnside Community centre. Excited car and bus loads of gals came from all over the State. The idea is to involve the country folk in the guild functions. Maxine Smith (el Presidente ) held the floor and Sandy Jones and her band of helpers, cooked, prepared goody bags and worked exceedingly hard to make this a day to be remembered.

Time goes too fast sometimes – wish I could put the brakes on.

There is a pile of vintage quilts in the room I use waiting to be shipped home. In the mean time I sleep on and under them at each visit and the challenge of the bargain and the purchase is exciting. I keep those memories fresh when I use them daily in my home in Australia. The pasts have flown over the ocean and the hands that worked them are appreciated more than the maker ever imagined.
What stories they could tell, but by using them, they are bought to life again.

That’s the value of teaching.

I’ve been drawing and writing patterns today as I travel. This is one I’ve done before, but it’s been prepared for thread stitching now. I don’t know how other teachers design and prepare a class. It’s one of those things that are never really discussed when we meet socially. I mean I don’t think it’s a secret, maybe it’s one of those things that you’re never certain about yourself, and if you share it, you might be embarrassed that others see you as a bit of a phony. I guess anyone can design a pattern and sell it to others who have never had the thought to produce one. Some are so darn ordinary. I think….. “Oh my goodness. I’m sure I’ve seen something like that before. It’s just different fabric”. And yes I have, but is anything new in Textile Art? It’s not right, it’s not wrong, it’s out there for the consumer. My ideas come from the need to create and they come from some unknown source. I make no bones about that. …

Observations. – and admiration for a small US country town.

The Saturdays are slipping off the other end of the calendar and new ones are lining up for the rest of the trip. I have four more to experience, more interesting people to meet and a few more adventures to experience before I get to go home.

I’ve had two Saturdays in Costa Rica, Two in Mexico, one in California, two Saturdays were in India, the next was Oman, then 2 in Dubai, one in NY, and now today in upstate NY. I gave in and slept for a few hours this afternoon.

Yes, of course there are times when I have to stop and think…. ‘now where am I’ but I honestly do know where I am, these images are from upstate New York taken last week

Traveling – on the road for 65 days – So far.

It takes planning, patience, persistence and perseverance.

Sometimes I’m a little short on some of those things, but to be honest, out of the 100’s of people I’ve met on this tour only one person fell short of my expectation. I’ve traveled around the world and flown, to seven countries on lots of flights and I’m still smiling.

The Women’s Souk of Ibra, – no men allowed.

“Once per week this souk, opposite the main souk, attracts women-only buyers and sellers from all over the region, selling a variety of handicrafts such as baskets, woven cushions and camel bags. Men are not welcome and photographs are prohibited in the only souk in the country dedicated to female shoppers.”

This was the only information I could find on the web regarding the Souk we were about to visit. As far as not taking photos, I asked permission and a few ladies said no, but most of them said yes.