tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255955992024-03-23T10:49:31.218-07:00Studio NotesA journal of what inspires mePathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-26363118109036507652009-05-19T14:30:00.001-07:002009-06-19T05:35:53.275-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-9rhyphenhyphenIwknr0duqSc5QwUFBhpOU14U9Lo9GB-2z3L16j0GBwDXgfttuuNCIrBfbXXJwGCnVM5yiy7teQPbg9e_4Egec3ttkN0w19mA0zffHT2NZxoGDl_JYpzLkTzqUIf0Oyz/s1600-h/IMG_0512.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-9rhyphenhyphenIwknr0duqSc5QwUFBhpOU14U9Lo9GB-2z3L16j0GBwDXgfttuuNCIrBfbXXJwGCnVM5yiy7teQPbg9e_4Egec3ttkN0w19mA0zffHT2NZxoGDl_JYpzLkTzqUIf0Oyz/s320/IMG_0512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337650804101638866" border="0" /></a><br />Please visit me at my new blog <a href="http://www.slowlymadegoods.blogspot.com">here</a>.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-62554402009614801112008-09-18T05:04:00.000-07:002008-09-18T05:25:30.871-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >We went to the county fair. </span><br />The birds and the beasts were there. <br />The fastest Hollywood Pigs. . .<br />the smallest horse. . .<br />the tallest giraffe . . .<br />the quickest tongue. . .<br />the bravest high-wire artist.<br /><br />But my favorite was in the 4-H building where we had the pleasure of watching the loveliest 5th grader present demonstration on making a south western snack dip. She was serious and determined standing before the judges panel. My heart went out to her at blip and bump that she encountered but oh my goodness, she just kept on keeping on ...... a real little trouper. And how I hope the judges were kind in there marking of her work in organization and presentation.<br /><br />In the crafts building, I was wowed by some beautiful quilts and quilted things. A colleague of mine at school entered a lovely country-styled christmas tree skirt in tans and browns embellished with yo-yos and buttons. <br /><br />In the end, I did not enter my quilts but chose instead to enter my concertina fabric book made with African fabrics. Happily, it took a second place ribbon.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-46766270981381959302008-09-08T16:48:00.001-07:002008-09-08T17:14:18.159-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Of Quilts, County Fairs, and Hippy Wanna-Be's</span></span><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfeODsHGClQtY-XL2Vv48e4nsFw-Yd449K9tVAFX-1RuMeUpLkMUvjPFUDH-BqhNU-otfAbfVImAZ272MjL4wgDVA0Gs5JjnIiQufMXKMzogRAVwehE8bA9QqW0wiQEvnanPGH/s1600-h/churndash+1.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243802200570796562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfeODsHGClQtY-XL2Vv48e4nsFw-Yd449K9tVAFX-1RuMeUpLkMUvjPFUDH-BqhNU-otfAbfVImAZ272MjL4wgDVA0Gs5JjnIiQufMXKMzogRAVwehE8bA9QqW0wiQEvnanPGH/s200/churndash+1.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I have never exhibited a quilt (or anything else) at a county fair.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdf_n-7kb_wHwRQ9ceEfVDyMQ8wXaMNMGlmSaoPUfTltUjBlE-gNRn14iWkbUI7mHdZyAtMLyrvlUTn9Q03mHtq0_JbdL0DLEl8BL1H7RWgTIACYwfnQtMUdRMwgA5s1odfAP0/s1600-h/churndash+2.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243802204845742162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdf_n-7kb_wHwRQ9ceEfVDyMQ8wXaMNMGlmSaoPUfTltUjBlE-gNRn14iWkbUI7mHdZyAtMLyrvlUTn9Q03mHtq0_JbdL0DLEl8BL1H7RWgTIACYwfnQtMUdRMwgA5s1odfAP0/s200/churndash+2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> But I always wanted to.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This summer I began thinking that it was time to have a go.<br />I mean, if not now, when?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">_________________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So tomorrow, I am bringing two quilts to the Rochester County Fair which runs from September 12 until September 21. One is the quilt above called, <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Churn Dash with an Attitude.</span> </em>Each element was hand-drawn and hand-pieced; it is bed-sized. And was machine quilted.<br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There is a nice story behind this quilt, I think. A number of years ago I took a week-end quilt class with Diane Hire. It was a technique class, learning to draft and hand-piece. I was intriqued as I had only done machine-piecing until then. Diane learned these old techniques from her Kentucky grandmother with whom she stayed one summer. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The class was to make one Churn Dash block. I loved the slow, patient drawing, cutting and sewing and so I just kept on making blocks. Every where I went, I carried these little plastic baggies with parts of blocks in them. This quilt took several years and was worked on in quite a few states, on business trips, on family vacations, in cars and on planes.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243804684329963218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTtAEQV3dczHSBLKyxjy9ikUxS5b7v7L8IJ_oz7EmFdFX5gpGM7JFdRYftfm2yT0KdJtElfQTwxY5kV_KFww1DnK0lpEaC5Hr8EsvOx_gkoFob4c2lh3khk4TS2wuzQ1GqZ6Ax/s200/pennywart+5.jpg" border="0" /></span></div></div><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am also taking the wallhanging above which is based on a children's book called the Egg Lady about a ditsy, hippy-wanna-be woman named Mrs. Penntwort whose chickens lay eggs that look like everything the chicken looks at: the sun, the clouds, a Picasso and lots more. Obviously, Mrs. Pennywort and her colorful chickens become the hit of the town. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And that is the beginning of the story.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243804687710179762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFOn0EgDTQDQzEVasu8zqKmwgdD0iUbhukN221B7wiW6TsRCaFcIBKWhXzRLCb6Pfecbs00HGskSyNqkOn6lWmSkxQ4aP8Dt3QBmLso116sR95r7DXnQ-xvWebCrTz3eT_22aP/s200/pennywart+3.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And this is Mrs. Pennywort.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243804690776750658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyn2Nz9KcnBUR9kDjwOW0zL3Y6GJzthRg-i07QaQhu2k9_qIjL5h7i7nCk2Zlhgzz_Lwv4vt3l-74Q-CV_FosoHY9wH7e76t_QR4INw_52ErVl0q3-py9jyDVv2YQ5ogvm1Up/s200/pennywart+2.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You can see that I have taken broad artistic license with the poultry!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'll keep you posted!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </p>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-64509441532906998202008-09-07T13:18:00.000-07:002008-09-07T13:42:01.098-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBh5rxw3rWlUWcwcXMLC8CoMVbyivv2icXuV83PTKnVv3teeyx966CsjDVXjmnKvkk5Q7dg41uZ-cdWTdCoqKr-vw2gyIjoFel-hOwyF206Uww7s-7FdGz9hc1XAOzwaS71TDd/s1600-h/cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBh5rxw3rWlUWcwcXMLC8CoMVbyivv2icXuV83PTKnVv3teeyx966CsjDVXjmnKvkk5Q7dg41uZ-cdWTdCoqKr-vw2gyIjoFel-hOwyF206Uww7s-7FdGz9hc1XAOzwaS71TDd/s320/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243377124740423874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;">ORPHAN PAGES<br /> ....... from my first altered book .......<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">This is the cover from my first altered book. I experienced a lot of difficulty with the text block and had to sacrifice the work that went into the project. The learnings and take-aways from this project were many......among them:<br /><br />1) be patient and let the project evolve;<br />2) be certain the text block and binding on an old book is sufficiently intact and strong enough to withstand the glue, paint, and embellishments;<br />3) embellish the inside cover pages -both front and back- LAST....... there will be so many more options for covering and embellishing the completed work.<br /><br />Most of my work did make it into the new book but I have never figured out what to do with the cover....which I like very much.<br /><br />The little squares decorating the cover are pieces of glued and painted antique lace, a fun project that produces an entirely new material. The background is home dec fabric, rather silky. And I like the framed face of the woman.....she is somehow restricted by the frame and yet her large expressive eyes are so open and curious they suggest freedom.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRHqNO_5TZ1IakHQxSIji5bY_HQnOGZJiSld3qCD3Bej4PIJDpAy0Lx7giOy8Y4x6chuP1qWdHO795EXdxcDBHblxafSTci2nRmcrh-JLi1Qp2upGUB6noitSuoj-8FI62yss/s1600-h/faith.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRHqNO_5TZ1IakHQxSIji5bY_HQnOGZJiSld3qCD3Bej4PIJDpAy0Lx7giOy8Y4x6chuP1qWdHO795EXdxcDBHblxafSTci2nRmcrh-JLi1Qp2upGUB6noitSuoj-8FI62yss/s320/faith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243377126758959298" border="0" /></a>This page too was sacrificed. <br /><br />The background is layers of paint printed with bubblewrap.<br /><br />Over top of the background is painted card. <br /><br />The focal points are the word 'faith' ---- a commercial piece that I cut and glued.<br /><br />The little square beneath is made of fabric and fibers with a tight satin stitch border which is glued to the card beneath.<br /><br />I was really sorry to lose this page.......<br /><br />And think it can stand alone but I haven't put the time into figuring out how to display it......<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKFlRI2CcQWUP73jv500qjkv8DTZzkwfFuq0XUwxVdcb9v8eM52Ce7BzELG9wKf9-P7OcaiDQbQkPtorvoCdns4WCZ03ml_emn_-Deawjwf0H_lz-1ay3nIQKWVW6OCSsYDnb/s1600-h/mermaids.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKFlRI2CcQWUP73jv500qjkv8DTZzkwfFuq0XUwxVdcb9v8eM52Ce7BzELG9wKf9-P7OcaiDQbQkPtorvoCdns4WCZ03ml_emn_-Deawjwf0H_lz-1ay3nIQKWVW6OCSsYDnb/s320/mermaids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243377125560315170" border="0" /></a>This is my TS Eliot page based on Prufrock.<br /><br />In addition to paint and paper and glue, it is embellished with sea glass, beads, fibers and more.<br /><br />I am open to ideas about how to display these orphans and would welcome any suggestions.Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-39677719831812236112008-07-13T08:21:00.000-07:002008-07-13T08:34:02.544-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgtCptSxMzGc_mqyRDC2luoZS3Ozg5kmq2CzSSVJgVJS4RJHtd2wjawZp2PikNCPJiYXp559nxa57wcNwnDxD0u_dmBBJGwn_EhRUBu1ZnGvKZ-5uK2Kkihh0EgGr8jl5xUzZ/s1600-h/moto_0008.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222520288179964338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgtCptSxMzGc_mqyRDC2luoZS3Ozg5kmq2CzSSVJgVJS4RJHtd2wjawZp2PikNCPJiYXp559nxa57wcNwnDxD0u_dmBBJGwn_EhRUBu1ZnGvKZ-5uK2Kkihh0EgGr8jl5xUzZ/s200/moto_0008.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pages from an unfinished altered book</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">This page started with leaves I printed onto fcotton fabric and embellished with </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">thread work, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">beading, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">leaves,</span><br />rick rack and fibers<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">flowers and ephemera.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAYhIufNMffkwfxXl1ntKkcFnjNgXhQPKQP-v5h4ym2rhMGQXUKiEkXBcUIdn8Zv8Y4hOwRPeQharEvTXiSfAVFVKdeBugyv5bXPUuEl9QKwXRopS-l89tuQgP-hJlfAHLbS8/s1600-h/moto_0005.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222520293826974562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAYhIufNMffkwfxXl1ntKkcFnjNgXhQPKQP-v5h4ym2rhMGQXUKiEkXBcUIdn8Zv8Y4hOwRPeQharEvTXiSfAVFVKdeBugyv5bXPUuEl9QKwXRopS-l89tuQgP-hJlfAHLbS8/s200/moto_0005.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /> My images, my inspiration is almost always women. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">This page is based on a Virgina Woolf quote, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">"One is not born a woman</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">but rather becomes a woman."</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZAg0VUA2DpCC5JlKFgf0hvw3y4uA9PTTvaPgfA6ppbWHlrVPWKBZE20ypBWnmFwrJZ-yCcvd-dCc8_Il12BHUsTTzkZytWGfwXbIb5yyE6rL0GtqaobMW9rwCgEnqGomMWfKn/s1600-h/moto_0007.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Fg4QUQ_koOO3Oydqi_KixueSizOH7M6We4yLUhPhMCrlJn4AqWgP1Ydld4uLXydCpAmHuQk3CQcS7Gcx7pLA8gWhciDmGynR7NYun4aR-4gbyErZ0E9s4TcxDuTh6QG-Nkg8/s1600-h/moto_0006.jpg"></a>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-32450301065592930002008-07-12T20:23:00.000-07:002008-07-12T21:41:55.760-07:00<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjNqKrXutL58uAkH55xezaRoRVRDOrCqGIdBNhuGCsdPEtG3TICFApkI2eWeBzELley_JORpqPTng5zgOkRrgh2VwdqF4bhDsGpTNgIY9hX5YoZR9OUYhS1D-pj9P089QtJQv/s1600-h/IM001036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222343810584885634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjNqKrXutL58uAkH55xezaRoRVRDOrCqGIdBNhuGCsdPEtG3TICFApkI2eWeBzELley_JORpqPTng5zgOkRrgh2VwdqF4bhDsGpTNgIY9hX5YoZR9OUYhS1D-pj9P089QtJQv/s320/IM001036.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;">This year I joined a couple of Yahoo groups, altered books (AB) first, and then clothpaperstudio (CPS). Both are populated by warm and friendly, talented and generous individuals whose work is inspiring. I've been a 'lurker' for most of the time I've been a member on both groups but just this summer I decided to participate in the 'themed swaps' on CPS. The current swap has a simple theme: PINK. This evening I rummaged through my stash to assemble some nifty items to mail on Monday. </span><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">I chose a silk blank (hand-dyed with cochineal); </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">a commercial garden print in pink-orange tones; </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">pink and pink & white ribbons; </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">an array of papers of various weights - solids, prints, florals, stripes, and borders; victorian, post-modern and atomic patterns; </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">some ephemera and </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">found items in shades of pink. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">In June, my family celebrated my Mom's 85th birthday with a surprise party and family dinner at the Old Mill in Westminster, Massachusetts. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">My 5 siblings; their spouses and children and even great-grandchildren brought the party to nearly 30 strong and ranged in ages from 2 years to 92 years. It was a fine, happy day. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">I created a <strong><em>memory-lane guest book</em></strong> with places for each family member to leave a personal message. </span><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Q1dojuFKyqUnIs8GBwfMREwAJDLa33lHMHy65YPzgq4R6vDVCVWnhxcenOQO8EVVbP_xVVq9GYHhsuph3WOohGGxjgCrbeqJm4yYIQ3tOsMVJukAg5m60U5gEs-jJbRz1MGV/s1600-h/IM000933.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222334872601035922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Q1dojuFKyqUnIs8GBwfMREwAJDLa33lHMHy65YPzgq4R6vDVCVWnhxcenOQO8EVVbP_xVVq9GYHhsuph3WOohGGxjgCrbeqJm4yYIQ3tOsMVJukAg5m60U5gEs-jJbRz1MGV/s200/IM000933.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">I used a commercial spiral bound scrap book that I found in JoAnn's.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;">I used a variety of things to embellish the pages:</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />pictures both original and reproductions;<br />purchased and found objects;<br />fabric flowers;</div></span><div>buttons, rub-ons and more.<br /></div><div><br />It was fun sorting through old pictures and making selections; </div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><div>playing my own solitary memory lane game.<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQmn4s8GE3vaH2Lg60qkggLLcW-s8D7WU6th0Q1MackOf1PbgImqu1Uhf9oUPhzDbblFHUGwvidePAehjx_emp5y3lr4wzMOX9m6CYfbIbE0haTosKLnP6njxegK6W-m6ikJV6/s1600-h/IM000937.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222340954320794370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQmn4s8GE3vaH2Lg60qkggLLcW-s8D7WU6th0Q1MackOf1PbgImqu1Uhf9oUPhzDbblFHUGwvidePAehjx_emp5y3lr4wzMOX9m6CYfbIbE0haTosKLnP6njxegK6W-m6ikJV6/s200/IM000937.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">In the book, I traced my mother's journey starting with the earliest picture I had through to the present year.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Images showed her as a young girl of 16;<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">as a bride;<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">as a new mom in 1944 and 1946;<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">and with her expanding family in the 50s and 60s when 4 more children were added. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YtBUWDX-QKAPxpTozjpROIvpycRZ1Gtgj63TohUGLlCLtoTnIl23hKRLQot_Z89gLU8-YShTUe9OgVUN_i0l0VA2J9QlVXrgKFvFhlJXv2kgd44DUcXN4ZlHU5V0UCR_IM4k/s1600-h/IM000943.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRumiftvtTJ_8ztB9Yt0cODScowmHwXtveJouhub0bf1_YG7Bnt9MHyP-3Z9hbM1ZmKWzecKdAOEGr75zpY9Xja7wSLeRKCS_-NSTo9kgmAFvUwhFYhU4_IewWie8duKwux72W/s1600-h/IM000985.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222334877606416098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRumiftvtTJ_8ztB9Yt0cODScowmHwXtveJouhub0bf1_YG7Bnt9MHyP-3Z9hbM1ZmKWzecKdAOEGr75zpY9Xja7wSLeRKCS_-NSTo9kgmAFvUwhFYhU4_IewWie8duKwux72W/s200/IM000985.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">In addition to the pages with pictures, </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">I left space for personal messages. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />On this page I affixed ephemera from World War II for the message. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">The V-Mail is pristine and never-used from a stationery set that I acquired at a yard sale. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPd0rVhIecP5SB1y94NFGSJivqaotzxV20akO2WmCexJVnpohevlIM4fxj_PWLsxxA68CiVGdZV2WdMTxz7aU1RmCy43EWpHrP5SvtS2AMTd2O1Vx5PfMmNcmEd3jAtzKxZxo/s1600-h/IM000948.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222352980442080386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPd0rVhIecP5SB1y94NFGSJivqaotzxV20akO2WmCexJVnpohevlIM4fxj_PWLsxxA68CiVGdZV2WdMTxz7aU1RmCy43EWpHrP5SvtS2AMTd2O1Vx5PfMmNcmEd3jAtzKxZxo/s200/IM000948.jpg" border="0" /></a>I left some pages only minimally embellished; </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">these were designated for memories or stories. </span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Each section of the memory book, is divided and identified by its contents. </div></span><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA9_AINh-DG2gnieW4fIuUu4p1TQDaoDIFcyBozPso9MoNmQ8RONzG_i9l7dPUZLmFuSI8wjBeKuY79xxe_c96FkSuKpedbGyrIOf1-ZHaTQw7f-jRv6kJSd2itqnMgF5bT9aA/s1600-h/IM000957.jpg"></a></div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-83515426631384933572007-10-28T10:43:00.000-07:002007-10-28T11:25:42.219-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFP3O5BjHgBQc3JTPh9x_SFy3u1S1bnipacoBaD5KlwM7VnB-NjoKjgxqPi5eGVq7ZYNgOU0thxwGbVfzUDDeLkm-6D-8X04QkO4hOuGxjxeVnHaz85-nX-XeCP8NU6L5N4hn/s1600-h/IM009443+two+collage.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126450244946190594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFP3O5BjHgBQc3JTPh9x_SFy3u1S1bnipacoBaD5KlwM7VnB-NjoKjgxqPi5eGVq7ZYNgOU0thxwGbVfzUDDeLkm-6D-8X04QkO4hOuGxjxeVnHaz85-nX-XeCP8NU6L5N4hn/s200/IM009443+two+collage.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>A NEW OBSESSION</strong></span></div><div align="left">I've been making small, clutch bags from collaged fabric, vintage Edwardian silk, wool blends, and narrow wale corduroy. </div><div align="left">Some of the motifs I am using include Japanese, Southwestern and African. I am hand-beading and using antique buttons for embellishment. All are lined and have magnetic closures.<br /><br />This one began as a fabric collage. After cutting the shape of the bag, I used my sewing maching for some 'thread play' . The bag has a pale satin lining and hand-beaded embellishment.<br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgEu9SuYjrNEouBVumxePXtKrKR3J9BvdIcK_O7GF55VL17LU5YsUZwMlsJvBis65Wr1M0AwXFTl1BeLslc7_Y0MLl9R0V75djBNFlkR4OC39WW0XvnqMNeMFI2sb6inUHQNRy/s1600-h/IM009439+collage+floral.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126445928504058066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgEu9SuYjrNEouBVumxePXtKrKR3J9BvdIcK_O7GF55VL17LU5YsUZwMlsJvBis65Wr1M0AwXFTl1BeLslc7_Y0MLl9R0V75djBNFlkR4OC39WW0XvnqMNeMFI2sb6inUHQNRy/s320/IM009439+collage+floral.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left">The two bags below are also fabric collages with a Japanese motif. Again, there is a lot of 'thread play' throughout. The linings are black faux suede; the buttons are a stacked mix of vintage and contemporary.<br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi868Q2c2i_TzKbXW-CP8EyltjqW-WmleA7NxORS4gzQrfHVRjpEGZJvhHlYAXC0eOO7DUZJX8x99Vy6nSSaQUsmacexEJ8-zmjsEC62VL5C81PKidUkdtSRqcKGNsgY-VR2wfi/s1600-h/IM009441+two+japanese.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126445786770137282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi868Q2c2i_TzKbXW-CP8EyltjqW-WmleA7NxORS4gzQrfHVRjpEGZJvhHlYAXC0eOO7DUZJX8x99Vy6nSSaQUsmacexEJ8-zmjsEC62VL5C81PKidUkdtSRqcKGNsgY-VR2wfi/s320/IM009441+two+japanese.jpg" border="0" /></a> I am quite pleased with the simplicity of this one made from a vintage linen that has a homespun' feel. The button is circa 1920s, painted celluloid.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDw1_sPjVfzK1go7zGixa2XPDgPN0M4TRHWCA20dsLa1iUwDQGgI4YmefVgyuMmL9zAOUQoDsAD9vEOyuirn0abuQkhNrcumaNqB29Xq_L6Z5ePENd4VLDG3950WYrQes42nU/s1600-h/IM009436+v+linen+celluloid.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126445443172753586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDw1_sPjVfzK1go7zGixa2XPDgPN0M4TRHWCA20dsLa1iUwDQGgI4YmefVgyuMmL9zAOUQoDsAD9vEOyuirn0abuQkhNrcumaNqB29Xq_L6Z5ePENd4VLDG3950WYrQes42nU/s320/IM009436+v+linen+celluloid.jpg" border="0" /></a> I just love this one created from a collage of antique laces sandwiched between a base of antique damask and contemporary chiffon. Once the sandwich has been made, I continue with the 'thread play'. The laces offer interesting textural opportunities that are not available when using a collage of fabric because of the raised designs below the chiffon.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyeI93JcQ47W3USfgvFgA-fhLk_bcQtYlKSvAbjXL1jDock9f_I24qkKaJV2HMdOkWASWeFY5egG9x_3rgq-_o7fQFEns7elhF3ZD1oHriZR-PqtzsgcsNAvHOAI-ZqYIagOyu/s1600-h/IM009434+v+lace.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126445314323734690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyeI93JcQ47W3USfgvFgA-fhLk_bcQtYlKSvAbjXL1jDock9f_I24qkKaJV2HMdOkWASWeFY5egG9x_3rgq-_o7fQFEns7elhF3ZD1oHriZR-PqtzsgcsNAvHOAI-ZqYIagOyu/s320/IM009434+v+lace.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>The image below shows the satin lining as well as fringe and beaded embellishment on the inside.<br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126449922823643378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA5MSm-N7ukjQAUIhFIHje_TyzudSlYnlB5yGxJG1PWBy3JuR5zfCdUAOarY0oqGyiBu_eygz-kzaZmXKDa9qZlZcoaTuWiXoXPJmj5c3gM8Zobbx3Dkt_TTkDKwck-RnPGTBb/s320/IM009433+one+lace+open.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div>The three quilted bags below are all hand-beaded along the edge and embellished with vintage buttons.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126449450377240802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjAdSULz2UT_0Wk91UWOpeQV-lSTYhJYYvSQISj33A2sy9a9mwRGJ1QdvXFobi7LTJaZ1EyTq2ZX8O1yBENsZJAtTaHEvaJFYjB7eq8VQHbZvERzwyr7q2c9LvFa21btM8l5qG/s320/three+quilted.jpg" border="0" /> This weekend, I am weaving narrow bits of fabric, fibers and ribbon onto rug canvas. Once the canvas is prepared, I take it to my sewing machine for the first pass, which is just to hold the strips in place. Then the fun begins. Again using the sewing machine for some 'thread play', I complete the surfaces and then assemble the parts. I'll have some images to show soon. <div> </div><div></div><div>The bag pattern is free and downloadable from Kwik Sew, #5001. </div><div>It is a simple little purse that offers a lot of scope for the imagination (a la Anne of Green Gables).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-22644252488613817682007-06-24T18:16:00.000-07:002007-06-24T18:41:06.767-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4OEPRkV8RoIMAZprUhFbYquIsdbfyt6WHhodBxgezzUj1nG1l_1CdPvt4h0jZRUcpxixzP7WaKvODZC9tt6sCeQ8jicdMMWx1raIHs6JcgaD3pEJxVYXwQ_MWBjl5SL-tnljF/s1600-h/IM009270.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079805903240386530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4OEPRkV8RoIMAZprUhFbYquIsdbfyt6WHhodBxgezzUj1nG1l_1CdPvt4h0jZRUcpxixzP7WaKvODZC9tt6sCeQ8jicdMMWx1raIHs6JcgaD3pEJxVYXwQ_MWBjl5SL-tnljF/s320/IM009270.jpg" border="0" /></a> FABRIC ART MINI BOOK</div><div align="center">A concertina-style book that folds neatly into itself and has two self-covers. </div><div align="center">There are 6 panels on each side which give lots of scope for embellishment.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeWA-5aLIOKJDqv4a8hGLlH2_LnXelvBlvtqBekAmuF3yqxw8qNMvHayPS0SBHnb-47k62dMQC-6gXUJ3etC7iEKjB_ArfMEQInutQDCVTZrZxNDmOpqWWvIQWXFOk1hgAlez/s1600-h/IM009279.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079805907535353842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeWA-5aLIOKJDqv4a8hGLlH2_LnXelvBlvtqBekAmuF3yqxw8qNMvHayPS0SBHnb-47k62dMQC-6gXUJ3etC7iEKjB_ArfMEQInutQDCVTZrZxNDmOpqWWvIQWXFOk1hgAlez/s320/IM009279.jpg" border="0" /></a>I used a variety of African-imported textiles. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5usB-HA0hvTNgnFo2efPYezfnkKkpciHhyphenhyphen8jAr9171lQbAgF1j7BQ9boxBCqyIPujy2DloD_snpUnC_Zb8A-yzaaojjXagmDjqOrg7Bqh1_JcmzJc6QlfJ34eUTynWZEetY-4/s1600-h/IM009273.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079805907535353858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5usB-HA0hvTNgnFo2efPYezfnkKkpciHhyphenhyphen8jAr9171lQbAgF1j7BQ9boxBCqyIPujy2DloD_snpUnC_Zb8A-yzaaojjXagmDjqOrg7Bqh1_JcmzJc6QlfJ34eUTynWZEetY-4/s320/IM009273.jpg" border="0" /></a> The panels are embellished with kanta-style embroidery<br />and primitive cross-stiches and lots <br />of beads and buttons.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjldq1dCdai-b7Ny1v6h8PG2taFEy5HjzBolcKV7Maau23cgTRyoMh-OpVQryONf83oWg473I4yzKpE7V1Is4kAB49MeOX2MsIKYptfsqPkurQL0S0o2uVhhmpDRbnZnEzfsTiL/s1600-h/IM009269.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079805907535353874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjldq1dCdai-b7Ny1v6h8PG2taFEy5HjzBolcKV7Maau23cgTRyoMh-OpVQryONf83oWg473I4yzKpE7V1Is4kAB49MeOX2MsIKYptfsqPkurQL0S0o2uVhhmpDRbnZnEzfsTiL/s320/IM009269.jpg" border="0" /></a> This was great fun to create. <br />I am using this book in a small class that I am teaching at artstream studio.<br /></p><p align="center">Below are 2 photos showing each side of the book.</p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijldFxzOg2YudiHEY81mEWzN9Qs-LuQ3vIlAbqlCXYXfc0HVUbvUDqkQOYm6MC8z_iOgWXuN9BfDI97U27OcJkORXfQGfP7Gp5CeE71KW0x6bHooUhY6JXbTP-hBc_01hX2H27/s1600-h/IM009271.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079805224635553682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijldFxzOg2YudiHEY81mEWzN9Qs-LuQ3vIlAbqlCXYXfc0HVUbvUDqkQOYm6MC8z_iOgWXuN9BfDI97U27OcJkORXfQGfP7Gp5CeE71KW0x6bHooUhY6JXbTP-hBc_01hX2H27/s320/IM009271.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikNVRqXYsGI3guQq2BX3nUMV4IHGqOPLvSOEgC8Oqeb03mbknHKMESju5NDdJgrCE099qWRQbj3vXna78zxxRqwJA_Xo4A86tRQso7FLQ2_jHZYbEhDpMRsyuvwsUk4KEhC1vL/s1600-h/IM009272.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079805228930520994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikNVRqXYsGI3guQq2BX3nUMV4IHGqOPLvSOEgC8Oqeb03mbknHKMESju5NDdJgrCE099qWRQbj3vXna78zxxRqwJA_Xo4A86tRQso7FLQ2_jHZYbEhDpMRsyuvwsUk4KEhC1vL/s320/IM009272.jpg" border="0" /></a> This book doesn't have such as strong a narrative as I have done in the past.<br />It really was an exercise in color, texture and dimension.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyfi-kFqqzY2JIAkkhi8DPpY1xuGNBx9ujwz8HNrB5_xAHiNhDWVOItnqy2_K4ZWHB1aBG9LhSLLPxFe2QYp1EOyu21bKkbHK0twUdzefyW_dv9MJaO6XZ3A26mAioFq7avTsp/s1600-h/IM009256.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079805228930521010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyfi-kFqqzY2JIAkkhi8DPpY1xuGNBx9ujwz8HNrB5_xAHiNhDWVOItnqy2_K4ZWHB1aBG9LhSLLPxFe2QYp1EOyu21bKkbHK0twUdzefyW_dv9MJaO6XZ3A26mAioFq7avTsp/s320/IM009256.jpg" border="0" /></a>When the concertina book is closed, there are 5 external spines which I beaded in several different ways. In the photos above and below, the spines are finished with beads made of bone interspersed with hand-made fabric beads that are entwined with metallic threads.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeF6XNHpSo7k4ip6_s8mqTj1H_Q-pLrbypqaCbMHKY755MmNXwtQ-gXO7An5S8qVRl2M9NkqRdPbr9WY3_2jqcMrYn3gEz0cNcnrr4DKHoY5I5UQu3ctaFh5HJr0KNPakQGbk_/s1600-h/IM009258.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079805233225488322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeF6XNHpSo7k4ip6_s8mqTj1H_Q-pLrbypqaCbMHKY755MmNXwtQ-gXO7An5S8qVRl2M9NkqRdPbr9WY3_2jqcMrYn3gEz0cNcnrr4DKHoY5I5UQu3ctaFh5HJr0KNPakQGbk_/s320/IM009258.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_umpSd12PaTt_f8sEZk99Gj7Fl5WWeSSiwJpAMcOSarxYtvtcwGK0mpQcAexdWtGHMj8J_zjKX_re96hkZrpvs0GSnvnzvadilzZ2N9bTkLARVG-_IYTTUkCwwc1BsuG3kCIH/s1600-h/IM009259.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079805233225488338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_umpSd12PaTt_f8sEZk99Gj7Fl5WWeSSiwJpAMcOSarxYtvtcwGK0mpQcAexdWtGHMj8J_zjKX_re96hkZrpvs0GSnvnzvadilzZ2N9bTkLARVG-_IYTTUkCwwc1BsuG3kCIH/s320/IM009259.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I really love the concertina book and have another that is about 95% complete. </div><div align="center">This one is an "Homage" to Celia Thaxter. <br /><br /></div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-59607907079592075642007-06-09T06:00:00.000-07:002007-06-09T07:17:05.769-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Nf1YIt3mMWcZ99X_v8PaLHwuZ5sOlYP8LP9lvrs1CgO_P4WPd4ouq6m4KdaePeuINjrkudsN0BBjiMtrkiwIQdAfFTrL95s-Zp0k7CimBHZg3s3Q5CoGLRHpx9hRSCemmDoP/s1600-h/0061157961.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074054594138691394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Nf1YIt3mMWcZ99X_v8PaLHwuZ5sOlYP8LP9lvrs1CgO_P4WPd4ouq6m4KdaePeuINjrkudsN0BBjiMtrkiwIQdAfFTrL95s-Zp0k7CimBHZg3s3Q5CoGLRHpx9hRSCemmDoP/s400/0061157961.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong><em>On my reading table. . . .</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#660000;">The Memory Keeper's Daughter</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#660000;">Kim Edwards</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#660000;">Viking 2005</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I just finished reading</span> this wonderful first novel by Kim Edwards, a graduate of the Iowa Writer's Workshop. The book, its compelling story and beautifully written narrative, was given much praise by other writers -- writers who I admire and read over and over again like Sue Monk Kidd, Jodi Picoult and Ursula Hegi.</span></em></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#660000;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#660000;">The story begins in Lexengton, KY, 1964. Because of a snowstorm, a physician is forced to deliver his own twins with the assistance of his nurse. The first born is a boy, healthy and strong, "an 8 on the APGAR" the nurse reports to the doctor. The second, a girl, has all the physical characteristics of a baby with Down's Syndrome. In a moment of panic, the physician tells his nurse to take the baby away to a 'home for the feebleminded' where she can be with her 'own kind'. He tells his wife the twin died and the body taken away for burial. He truly believes his decision is right and it will protect his wife from hurt. But the decision turns out to portend a life of sadness, lies and mis-taken steps.</span></em><br /></div><ul><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"><em><strong>Chicago Tribune:</strong> Unfolds from an absolutely gripping premise, drawing you deeply and irrevocably into the entangled lives of two families and the devastating secret that shaped them both. I loved this riveting story.</em></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"><em><strong>Sue Monk Kidd:</strong> </em></span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"><em>Anyone would be struck by the extraordinary power and sympathy of "The Memory Keepers Daughter.</em></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"><em><strong>Sena Jeter Naslund:</strong> </em></span><span style="color:#660000;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Kim Edwards has created a tale of regret and redemption, of honest emotion, of characters haunted by their past. This is simply a beautiful book. </span></em></span></div></li></ul><p align="left"><em><span style="color:#660000;">Caroline, the nurse and a single woman who believes her real life has not yet begun, prepares to take the infant to the 'home' but on arriving finds it such a horrific place, is unable to leave her there. And another of the powerful, life-altering decisions are made: Caroline decides to keep the child herself. She is not impulsive woman but a careful, conservative one so she does not run away with the child. A careful but quick departure is planned and executed.</span></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"><span style="font-size:100%;">And so the novel has presented us with powerful moral issues in its first pages. Even so early in the narrative, the reader feels a certain empathy for both David, the physician and Caroline, the nurse. We know these are basically good people; not evil or malevolent. These are well-intentioned choices.</span> </span></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"><strong>Kim Edwards has said in an interview that a paster at her church 'gave' her the story -- planted the seed for the novel that grew overtime until later, a friend re-told a family tale of a brother who was institutionalized because of a genetic or birth defect.</strong></span></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="color:#660000;">The story unfolds around secrets and lies . . . lives built on lies . . . and how the lies shaped their lives and their marriage . . . and the secret silences that filled their homes, their hearts.</span></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="color:#660000;">David felt he knew precisely the medical prognosis of the twin. He predicted a short life of illness, respiratory and cardiac problems. A short life of intellectual, physical, developmental retardation. A short life would be a sad and frustrating burden on the family. </span></em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">A personal memoire:</span></strong> <span style="font-size:85%;">it is 1967. February in Massachusetts just after a blizzard. I have just come home from the hospital with my second child, Jonathan. Throughout the 4 or 5 days in the hospital I worried that 'something' wasn't 'right' but this was actively and vociferously denied by the ob-gyn and the staff pediatrician. At home, Jonathan was too quiet. Didn't seem to get hungry. Didn't cry. But he did have a frightening wheeze. I never left him alone; I carried him with me everywhere, from room to room. Finally, frightened, I phoned our pediatrician with my concerns; he agreed to stop by our house to look at Jonathan. (Yes, that was done in 1967. Imagine.) This doctor was a good doctor, one I liked and respected. He examined Jonathan. Held him over one large hand and let the arms and legs fall loosely, as in a mini-APGAR. Jonathan had no instinct or the ability to try to 'save' himself. The doctor turning to me said, </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>"this is a mongol baby, you know; you'll have to institutionalize".</strong> </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">To protect the child? To save the family? The town? The schools? What? Why? </span></em><em><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>We did not institutionalize Jonathan.</strong></span></em></p><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#660000;"></span></em></div><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>What has changed since the 1960s. </em></span></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em> are we a more enlightened society? </em></span></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>We have the right to education act </em></span></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>the civil rights of the disabled </em></span></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>and the ADA. </em></span></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>closed our state institutions.</em></span></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>But </em></span><span style="color:#660000;"><em>do we really have a more generous </em></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>attitude towards people with disabilities? </em></span><br /><p><span style="color:#660000;"><em></em> </p><br /><br /></span><div align="left"><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-25037495742171178682007-05-29T05:43:00.000-07:002007-05-29T10:23:34.858-07:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">More Altered Book Pages<br /></span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><em>I have 2 altered book projects going simultaneously<br />and enjoying both<br />~~no, more than that~~I am addicted to them!!<br /><br /></div></em></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVt6nG2S8nXni6PgH8IhAAh-qm1BVVC1R3WkZ6ZMwZxKnV103sINxakKoCrq3rwYr2OERccXPcM4-3vdLsA03mQmK_NZxvoasuAmt7RJikdZbvhztae1KTS2GOrZ3Vg47Jz-T1/s1600-h/IM009151W.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069963253774871378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVt6nG2S8nXni6PgH8IhAAh-qm1BVVC1R3WkZ6ZMwZxKnV103sINxakKoCrq3rwYr2OERccXPcM4-3vdLsA03mQmK_NZxvoasuAmt7RJikdZbvhztae1KTS2GOrZ3Vg47Jz-T1/s320/IM009151W.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><em>What's <strong><span style="color:#660000;">her</span></strong> story?</em></span></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA-XvENm07bqv4S7Xw_7DmCKxQiaRvbgpBduY9YCjSEEbju4m7M9G1kPMDMq8f2xEMFheWCARUd90YuHgCElDmPFg4WBrcg6P8HrJvxcDLdRqMqNAnJsWWQzSHmgRjvV7z_h-9/s1600-h/IM009152W.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069963262364805986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA-XvENm07bqv4S7Xw_7DmCKxQiaRvbgpBduY9YCjSEEbju4m7M9G1kPMDMq8f2xEMFheWCARUd90YuHgCElDmPFg4WBrcg6P8HrJvxcDLdRqMqNAnJsWWQzSHmgRjvV7z_h-9/s320/IM009152W.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><em> This page includes:<br />painted vintage lace,<br />original ephemera:<br />(the Paris hotel calling card & uncancelled German stamp).<br /><br />The hotel card is in a glassine envelope and adhered with mounting squares.<br /><br /></em></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivQ9r7yoHJmMXINP2LtHabiatdl2MsdczFu4ms3XGgwHBFXVKb4PpiCXC716YxCzlWhK-Ft7uWfalJEWvjj0skbmfYFG8g_ME9V0C4Jjony1dorIRkAdYlIZ4SU5iHozrdFZVp/s1600-h/IM009154W.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069963270954740594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivQ9r7yoHJmMXINP2LtHabiatdl2MsdczFu4ms3XGgwHBFXVKb4PpiCXC716YxCzlWhK-Ft7uWfalJEWvjj0skbmfYFG8g_ME9V0C4Jjony1dorIRkAdYlIZ4SU5iHozrdFZVp/s320/IM009154W.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><em>To give the pages texture and dimension,<br />I layered paint, paper, fabrics and stamping.<br /></em></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAGepPwdo8cPFELq2bJ-FzX4WYwXYnXOyqaZy67lXeW-5zPaVWc3Q-SpAXinKQMATddmuBa2v_cAzkbTUkkj2PQ6dgUGbUpsP45yVGsnUrHc5hO8NYQGbfMC8Mn2nNaWIf9lg2/s1600-h/IM009156W.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069963275249707906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAGepPwdo8cPFELq2bJ-FzX4WYwXYnXOyqaZy67lXeW-5zPaVWc3Q-SpAXinKQMATddmuBa2v_cAzkbTUkkj2PQ6dgUGbUpsP45yVGsnUrHc5hO8NYQGbfMC8Mn2nNaWIf9lg2/s320/IM009156W.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">This page features original ephemera ~~<br />advertisement from a Vanity Fair magazine circa early 1930s.</span></em><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069967295339096978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouad688MsnWb-EHrJBCSGGtMsS4mV8-2LJgajl06Vg8r-PA2nY_D8LZscWumFQJ4oNgyasfqBdPn-UZVKGOXkpWyzGskudJh0xQAsMZz2ouYnDIG9Gc3x2u89Mrj0TL4gLRDk/s320/IM009155W.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>The angle of the photograph creates a wonderfully sensuous feel.</em></span> </div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-61326697707783424502007-05-24T18:13:00.000-07:002007-05-24T18:38:06.646-07:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">New Altered Book Pages</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#660000;">I'm teaching a class in creating altered books at the Rye Public Library. For class samples, I prepared two books. One with only pages removed, others glued and gessoed with a first coat of a light color paint. The surfaces of the other book were prepared in much the same way but for this one I prepared a niche or shadow box at the end and some folded pages in the center of the book and another area that is ready for inserts. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#660000;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#660000;">The pages below are not complete and may yet change quite dramatically before they are but I wanted to have samples for the class. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWn727cGYhIXn9tu64IXUSF5EvmKyROiqSu5ZhyyhnJXUdOooZxMiHQojQ_fEd3qgWLVV2KKQG_tzontONilx5lq1TqdtT2VXYi0J2guUL5ACnbrgmo3o0hcAl6oco6JOt6gZD/s1600-h/IM009133.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068300753538968338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWn727cGYhIXn9tu64IXUSF5EvmKyROiqSu5ZhyyhnJXUdOooZxMiHQojQ_fEd3qgWLVV2KKQG_tzontONilx5lq1TqdtT2VXYi0J2guUL5ACnbrgmo3o0hcAl6oco6JOt6gZD/s320/IM009133.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><em>The book isn't terribly old really and the binding is tight. There is an ugly place on the jacket that got chewed up somehow making the book a perfect specimen for an altered book project. I don't have a single theme for this book but am letting some of the original images and text guide me. One of the images was of tango dancers and that lead me to the internet for research and more images. </em></span><strong><br /></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Hj6LJyjsKfmWFoPOSQTevoMWKVn3h_Km68VPWqNoXSk7PCfPcca8OJ7WqeyfozavSpt-twetHgrimzoFvUh79wpmiDYvKBY0iuj7xd1FdeM-9Ki4vySSL1gipvm6A-Tu3YOY/s1600-h/IM009136.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068300757833935650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Hj6LJyjsKfmWFoPOSQTevoMWKVn3h_Km68VPWqNoXSk7PCfPcca8OJ7WqeyfozavSpt-twetHgrimzoFvUh79wpmiDYvKBY0iuj7xd1FdeM-9Ki4vySSL1gipvm6A-Tu3YOY/s320/IM009136.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><em> The title of the book is, The Afternoon Tea and it included a nice history of tea, how to prepare the perfect cup of tea, and all sorts of tea parties from tea dances, to tango dances that featured tea, and garden parties. I maintained some of the images from the book. For example, the small tango dances in the background in the photo below and the Japanese tea ceremony in the photo that follow were kept used as jumping off points.<br /></em></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWigedgNFAonkdEAc7vGkWcWfWmRPrG4fHd6qlwDreBkldRKsynkvhxoWsMuqDePaU4hFzskceThqkk6uk_Vb1SLPc5I3zED_STV-K9b6lTBIK0wNOovfmMserga2ew8D3qusM/s1600-h/IM009137.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068300766423870258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWigedgNFAonkdEAc7vGkWcWfWmRPrG4fHd6qlwDreBkldRKsynkvhxoWsMuqDePaU4hFzskceThqkk6uk_Vb1SLPc5I3zED_STV-K9b6lTBIK0wNOovfmMserga2ew8D3qusM/s320/IM009137.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyMY_HdRH3vBsfIbDFwYB7aMhL1ApW1ZwduKMVluk-CF33Z5aBerMJckg8NrAJQ09v9tXnSgCvrZ7AF_84xagWOCdnt4CbnL-T91My0wDVjtHoHuJ1uk6vKzW9DLeP5Y2EUGKx/s1600-h/IM009142.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068300770718837570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyMY_HdRH3vBsfIbDFwYB7aMhL1ApW1ZwduKMVluk-CF33Z5aBerMJckg8NrAJQ09v9tXnSgCvrZ7AF_84xagWOCdnt4CbnL-T91My0wDVjtHoHuJ1uk6vKzW9DLeP5Y2EUGKx/s320/IM009142.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"><em> This is the right side of the first spread. Already I have "repented" (as Lillian Hellman says). This is the second incarnation of this page; the first just wasn't working. Perhaps, that's why I love altering books -- a very forgiving craft! <br /></em></span><br /></div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-88648763207591262192007-05-15T04:35:00.000-07:002007-05-15T05:11:51.375-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXQVVuisRO21BP_LCeEtR_o76Jx9um0NKaEldxEfxKsIVJSYvPWy5aIxnD42RrjAw8lSBTo-zg4cyBUHchEXxFs7qLoBIClRLRgUMpl_J3ZbJDRqjgxlgOFDVOMVeVlV1_QJAj/s1600-h/just+esther.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064755655438411586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXQVVuisRO21BP_LCeEtR_o76Jx9um0NKaEldxEfxKsIVJSYvPWy5aIxnD42RrjAw8lSBTo-zg4cyBUHchEXxFs7qLoBIClRLRgUMpl_J3ZbJDRqjgxlgOFDVOMVeVlV1_QJAj/s200/just+esther.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>I am blessed </em></strong></span><div><div align="left"><em>. . . with Esther, nearly 6, first child of my baby sister (18 years younger than me). A lovely little lady who uses big words, loves tea parties and making pictures. After her first day at kindergarten, her mom asked if school was all that she imagined it would be. Esther answered,<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>"I had no imagination of it!"</strong></span></em></div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvpY_VYmIEuc5Tsx19f88RUBk6soQhp-sUvHnqYKG1tRQM_u-F5OhstCWTACm5Jf38MvzSoXh91J7Z-2pv52cMW8cfSE2cEcSz1wA2FCGz3wyGtLq40nZ8gstEYO8d_uapSZt/s1600-h/dylan+I+think+I+can.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064751751313139442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvpY_VYmIEuc5Tsx19f88RUBk6soQhp-sUvHnqYKG1tRQM_u-F5OhstCWTACm5Jf38MvzSoXh91J7Z-2pv52cMW8cfSE2cEcSz1wA2FCGz3wyGtLq40nZ8gstEYO8d_uapSZt/s200/dylan+I+think+I+can.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>. . . with grandson, Dylan, going on 4 years old:<br /><br />a little boy with a big boy's curiosity.<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Dylan lives in Florida; what a delight to see how much he has grown, learned and discovered between visits.<br /><br />In between we miss him. </em></span></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHbpi8LnJEln5UJtjXAgMLVdEP_-uH5vx0u4PdahzIjnsrImH6Fz6YNv844xXUG9O2IM3WgWz7CNHy_OjiFgJj7W9xDoOCRWUr3bTBf_HMVWh-_-09SlX6-dvQ4i4k3OPJiv-y/s1600-h/IM008099.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064751751313139458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHbpi8LnJEln5UJtjXAgMLVdEP_-uH5vx0u4PdahzIjnsrImH6Fz6YNv844xXUG9O2IM3WgWz7CNHy_OjiFgJj7W9xDoOCRWUr3bTBf_HMVWh-_-09SlX6-dvQ4i4k3OPJiv-y/s200/IM008099.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div><em>My Victoria ... second grandchild who spent nearly every weekend with us and weeks at a time during the summer.<br /></em></div><div><em>A bright-eyed child, a beautiful young lady.<br /><br />Talented.<br /><br />Curious &</em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em>Loving.</em></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHm9jKst9dgaEYcgmhzQxlQDy4-5ksByrqxmZVWtMvQmValSIHS-qlcUgtU-kMgdXTZGWHU4M4jFeV1d9H3MH73TUzdJGvi5fFMuUIcRFXNJRaDd3NsIfTmzqq908OYpoF3fwe/s1600-h/ari+%26+noah.JPG"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064755268891354914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHm9jKst9dgaEYcgmhzQxlQDy4-5ksByrqxmZVWtMvQmValSIHS-qlcUgtU-kMgdXTZGWHU4M4jFeV1d9H3MH73TUzdJGvi5fFMuUIcRFXNJRaDd3NsIfTmzqq908OYpoF3fwe/s200/ari+%26+noah.JPG" border="0" /></em></a><em> Twins<br />Ari & Noah.<br />March, 2006<br /></em><div></div><br /><em>Esther's little brothers.<br /></em><div></div><em>Their mothers' precious boys.<br /></em><div><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYsRVqwobZBPIF8p7NpZoMn_WYUmXk8zaFl-_aRSjTTSXfaKmFx7qTY1lXYLQJng2YZgmFLkOCEKJ5j0KyGiFx-8QeV5vnQohAIDvejcVTLhhP1R1LbqNTofSTZs11m1SjUD0n/s1600-h/butterfly+appledore+0331.jpg"></a></p><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHLYBnRmAvIsoXC2Uwq9fVaq1zZTo7ioB4F8-1uRTh2X_4CiWJFXFc6qpaQsiuwKgviR9iu3zeiD5PTX0KeyXYYiGmzrZ0VDC35ic4kSPj7orpvGw6Uwrrd2ZZx6o4K4HU09Mq/s1600-h/IMG_1283.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064755277481289522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHLYBnRmAvIsoXC2Uwq9fVaq1zZTo7ioB4F8-1uRTh2X_4CiWJFXFc6qpaQsiuwKgviR9iu3zeiD5PTX0KeyXYYiGmzrZ0VDC35ic4kSPj7orpvGw6Uwrrd2ZZx6o4K4HU09Mq/s200/IMG_1283.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em>Ari & Noah ... a few months later.<br /></em></div><div><em></em></div><em>Becoming little boys.<br /><br /></em><div></div><em>A magical physical closeness</em>.<br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-10863640561644317392007-05-13T05:53:00.000-07:002007-05-13T06:05:13.024-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi070XyI7PisIPJzsm2sen_rsV6ahgZX2CBOZQi6_ZKZfpDl_Mi6VcInxFU-Rssz88DgGAFgWWtPRv4gXepy8fG94ghyphenhyphendFeTPEiXCLq1Vidsj_ncLw8yN01CjGi-ldq1UCTPOzu/s1600-h/IM008061.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064028079388534466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi070XyI7PisIPJzsm2sen_rsV6ahgZX2CBOZQi6_ZKZfpDl_Mi6VcInxFU-Rssz88DgGAFgWWtPRv4gXepy8fG94ghyphenhyphendFeTPEiXCLq1Vidsj_ncLw8yN01CjGi-ldq1UCTPOzu/s400/IM008061.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Happy Mother's Day</span></span></strong></em></div><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">to daughters, sisters & mothers<br />in thousands of generations:<br /><br />women whose skills created<br />beautiful and bountiful civilizations. </span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"></p><div align="center"><br /></div></span></strong></em><div align="center"></div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-71015361705069233762007-05-12T17:44:00.000-07:002007-05-12T17:48:57.630-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT-yhmy-2V96uo5YtltSyj1T_9G3Tx4Wos9-VpblheaOsVOhVKY7aPYGccF8WvXeMIX6b5ysGJJImTCNAtPgLQLGl8LZi7SLVvG8BNe4C2ZWrh2gIl64WJ_5eh5t_k8oROR2Ar/s1600-h/child_15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063840346368026274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT-yhmy-2V96uo5YtltSyj1T_9G3Tx4Wos9-VpblheaOsVOhVKY7aPYGccF8WvXeMIX6b5ysGJJImTCNAtPgLQLGl8LZi7SLVvG8BNe4C2ZWrh2gIl64WJ_5eh5t_k8oROR2Ar/s400/child_15.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>in Just-spring </strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>when the world is mud-luscious </strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>and eddieandbill come ru</strong></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>nning </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>from marbles and </strong></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>piracies </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>and it’s spring </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>when the world is puddle-wonderful </strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee </strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>and bettyandisbel come dancing from hop-scotch and jump-rope </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>and it’s spring</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>and the goat-footed balloon Man whistles far and wee</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><em><strong>e.e. cummings</strong></em></span></div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-68672213055732700492007-05-10T05:29:00.000-07:002007-05-10T05:56:01.747-07:00<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;">Early 20th Century Linen</span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLexRhK4BXDt7iUMc9syKhb96BlMUG1kJvCP9TB9dXI6o2DDgDiIqyUsLlugJxkze49Cymn3aZ21jDdA9y8yPzVrBiCiyZZd2gtne8aCtZgKjTtsBAaBiWlwhMG_zbhHPx_jsP/s1600-h/banquet+cloth+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062910619092428306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLexRhK4BXDt7iUMc9syKhb96BlMUG1kJvCP9TB9dXI6o2DDgDiIqyUsLlugJxkze49Cymn3aZ21jDdA9y8yPzVrBiCiyZZd2gtne8aCtZgKjTtsBAaBiWlwhMG_zbhHPx_jsP/s200/banquet+cloth+028.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="color:#660000;"> Figural </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#660000;">White Work</span> </span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIy6tgYfznfZ-u8o2Q_OGvGBgDrh8H4y4aLZn7MdP11_gPHCANROISDXtYP1ty8ns88Pj-19WurVEvILY1Qtd8cVsEuHuRJI_Sodi_6O6cSw-CfAuU2oL68h9UTYjD2W3fh-e_/s1600-h/banquet+cloth+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062910623387395618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIy6tgYfznfZ-u8o2Q_OGvGBgDrh8H4y4aLZn7MdP11_gPHCANROISDXtYP1ty8ns88Pj-19WurVEvILY1Qtd8cVsEuHuRJI_Sodi_6O6cSw-CfAuU2oL68h9UTYjD2W3fh-e_/s200/banquet+cloth+029.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> <span style="color:#660000;">Heavily Padded Satin Stitch</span></em><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062911310582163010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1tuN53iTJnhuCHJhsNxAgK_7w9YXLNNZyvbBWAQXlh08AwYyMmV9gsO_pM-6g5CYDifN-1VOWgXO7E4XBU_93n-GTTD8rVd_9phT6Zr-iwAJ7uBtD-IYt4dY4JAi0Ee25VKOC/s200/banquet+cloth+030.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="color:#660000;">Outline Stitches Creating the Dance</span> </span></em><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062911684244317778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdyN2fQbeqNO2TrrJ6uj83D03UiKZE78yizRG15GXmh0vyQXvHfsYIP3LxJ3MZdKAK0KRZLr9FxPLD233nKo_mUbgrpxAvWzG-HcedeVz8Eq_b1xSSwnyX4xhQApXcJwM4ezh0/s200/banquet+cloth+009.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>A Celebratory Cloth </em>~ <span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Beautiful and Joyous ~</em></span></span><br /></div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-2924466959670365282007-05-09T07:11:00.000-07:002007-05-09T07:52:40.098-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsyekRi4hWH-j3asHARa5D4mj1PyIN6GuaihjfKgBGtnRMJKmOd8ziVxWtAaCv2H_4cKABeF4wAYOSviXShTpClzrXgbjgmdY5obsLaEDzZrQphf1IEmvBvbMp2_IwEQbbUYZo/s1600-h/IMG_1984-chocurua.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062573550059038114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsyekRi4hWH-j3asHARa5D4mj1PyIN6GuaihjfKgBGtnRMJKmOd8ziVxWtAaCv2H_4cKABeF4wAYOSviXShTpClzrXgbjgmdY5obsLaEDzZrQphf1IEmvBvbMp2_IwEQbbUYZo/s320/IMG_1984-chocurua.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Chocurua, New Hampshire ~w</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">e stopped here along Route 16 north on our way to the Mt. Washington Hotel. The </span>weather was warm and almost summer-like on the coast, we packed a little picnic of sandwiches & tea but the high wind made the air temps too chilly to stay long.<br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062564376008893650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijKgr8BFhzf081dEERRVWQyzyihi3fMq6ZkNhGHzRKaqTw9jkmYohuL11W7T293zP4KrUvLVey2OWuootlVf3xqeLBQ8yfcvmmBbkWiQZ6iYjGuibelc79qLu0xiRRGnm2ghNp/s320/IMG_1987-sign.gif" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">We drove up Route 16 and on towards the Mt. Washington Hotel via Route 302 with breath-taking scenery. Spectacular, even. Above is a sign along the roadway showing the elevation of the Presidential Range (of the White Mountains) with Mt. Washington the highest at 6280 feet.</span></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062571883611727234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeZMDvMsrm7QKH29soOk4DYsGoqsV7o76AzcMK6OaYMoz9hyeRYa37nWHcWe39CcSgkWK4v03ToIOkPGOw5UCZOD4reRK9Y28R052t4edCndrP7GaJsRullEcnLjvUlsMCQAa/s320/IMG_2016-mt-w-nestled.gif" border="0" /> This was our destination, the Mt. Washington Hotel, nestled beneath Mt. Washington, a real beauty and one of the few 'grand old ladies' of the 19th/20th century.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062572411892704658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-ZI7F096Gg9QIEpnNEWJ6UOUvP_9PZ6M2PG_bOpmekhyiFYwm1M4ZdM9iWxJAq8wToeXo-JhZQMDICSEInKAx3-iUm7g2sLkmReWA-hkNXdOtqcFfk97u09mRNOHfZ-JXhTm/s320/IMG_2006-earlier-sunrise.gif" border="0" /> Sunrise over Mt. Washington~~ and the Hotel. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062567197802407170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDouLDERUt09P_zhpejKejgXUZuojeEo6279kvLhXjz8e6NxY2phfVmcV9ItNV3gPbH0LYpwALT92uoq3tewTzOR9vLEL6nhrDmlRmItAomYL16p-0GZPr1Eq17vYnkcYVDI0/s320/IMG_2017-long-drive.gif" border="0" /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The long drive from Route 302 onto the property of the Mt. Washington. </span><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">History has it that the long drive was a great advantage during Prohibition: by the time the 'revenuers' got to the hotel, the guests were drinking tea! </span><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062567867817305362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIREWRsGWDr7Y1OzSvXb_BqmUAhrSbGPtR7XqGgGLhgBgNub-kK1dZuP-yrJB1_iW5wnPD0dL_vj-xPm2SVqLy936a8J6zA1tBG9boQ8yEzfXOIobnNKWSrc01rdrmVV12ftZI/s320/IMG_2020-mt-w.gif" border="0" /></div><p align="center">Oh, she is lovely!<br />Imagine packing trunks of finery and boarding the train for a long summer's stay<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdWI4O1kmmNMZSP_D9GediEI3bVI10-pdqXmCz3rvDOpTHZrkCX1YkrnnzeeQrKV8fWg7AYido8KiGKSdiZuFlFObFUZRM943MYmw5jg4MNa-eltjhWYTi8FgA92IsejoVdWg5/s1600-h/IMG_2024.jpg">.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062568537832203554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdWI4O1kmmNMZSP_D9GediEI3bVI10-pdqXmCz3rvDOpTHZrkCX1YkrnnzeeQrKV8fWg7AYido8KiGKSdiZuFlFObFUZRM943MYmw5jg4MNa-eltjhWYTi8FgA92IsejoVdWg5/s200/IMG_2024.jpg" border="0" /></a>Tennis? <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJlSxp-ef1XdGIGDO6nVz81YmW-NhGu3vj_q8Ce-bmuIPwTInTuoUMb7O0WJv-WK8iKiNUTsRQjiSAcCaV8SmbqlgNHdbYk-Sq-Wz8HQYGn6xBTo8J6263-lULj8pos27s9QUf/s1600-h/IMG_2027-back-hotel.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062568859954750770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJlSxp-ef1XdGIGDO6nVz81YmW-NhGu3vj_q8Ce-bmuIPwTInTuoUMb7O0WJv-WK8iKiNUTsRQjiSAcCaV8SmbqlgNHdbYk-Sq-Wz8HQYGn6xBTo8J6263-lULj8pos27s9QUf/s200/IMG_2027-back-hotel.gif" border="0" /></a>Snooze on the porch?</p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXrbQ90PDZIqdGRSevBAtAYKYfM9r9LMi-t_Ytus1O0SfYF0PFBDrVlL_x2tRQEpMQ6T4YuBjAAtaKtZ5MS4UYu8-3jU3IqUdCG5eh8Es9D66mAd49eCbSqStLjiX2o7SHkDtu/s1600-h/IMG_2029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062569323811218754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXrbQ90PDZIqdGRSevBAtAYKYfM9r9LMi-t_Ytus1O0SfYF0PFBDrVlL_x2tRQEpMQ6T4YuBjAAtaKtZ5MS4UYu8-3jU3IqUdCG5eh8Es9D66mAd49eCbSqStLjiX2o7SHkDtu/s200/IMG_2029.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Dance in the Grand Ballroom? </p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062570556466832754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVnYLdGTNnyuxQRiGuj4YTQa9SRU6vHPMbWBP1_Ea67yzjiNYcrBszInsPt88_ePfQJFiDNyl_IYhfUfdVCThFwA7RGkiXZREPAddFvZEAWm3UxZCqoE9YgSTZ7WE78awUIG5n/s200/IMG_1992.jpg" border="0" /></p></div></div><p align="center">Good night, Ladies.</p>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-88549749296606420782007-05-03T05:42:00.000-07:002007-05-03T07:20:03.775-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Of Radio Days & Memories</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The last few days brought pleasant memories. . . <p></span></strong></em><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">It was about 1970 . . . . I was a young mom . . . very young by today's standards. . . a stay-at-home mom with two children under the age of three when we bought our first home.<p></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The house was in a tiny village in that little corner of the world where Vermont, New Hampshire and Massachusetts sort-of-meet. A mere 300 souls inhabited that quiet village whose life centered around the village green. </span></em><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Our house joined a few others to surround the green which also had a country </span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">inn-past-its-prime, the town hall, general store, post office and library (only opened on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons).<p></span>The house had been occupied by the same family for a quarter century and was always called, "the Anderson house" -- even after the Anderson's were long-gone and we were paying the mortgage, re-roofing, and gardening there. </em><em>It was a large house; we had little money and were grateful to relatives who offered furniture from their attics which I stripped, sanded, painted, stained and recovered. And so we created a home with an interesting, if eclectic mix of styles that we loved; our rooms always brought smiles to the faces of visitors.</em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060314242642519218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5WCnN4tSUUdJnVqnWtLGJooo-qKkgYB2agE1ocajYRHDwskFDFp_NqygvLT34TkzDdts4uN1BD9Ci68x2tH4r9flSj5n03XKEHU7bHK9dJ3c_8TqYGmrTvj-G42zroj-Le2Vm/s400/AK559_small+radio.jpg" border="0" /></em></div><p align="left"><em>One of our prize possessions came from the home of a family friend who had lived in the same house all her married life. Their home was at the end of a short, narrow lane, a small cottage style with seven rooms, two large porches front and back, a wonderful grape arbor, pear and apple trees, French lilacs and the tiniest tiniest garage you can imagine. The husband died first; they had no children; the widow became frail and forgetful. The only relative, a New York city cousin arranged for her to live in a nursing home and asked us to house-sit (and that is yet another story!). Later when we purchased our own home 50 miles away, they offered the contents of the house to us.<p></em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>The house was packed with the stuff and things of their long life together: Mission and Stickley. Lots of the heavy, ornate oak. The dining room table was claw footed with a matching glass fronted tall chest and buffet typical of the 20s and 30s. Tall, Victorian pressed-back chairs. But oak and other pieces from this period were NOT desireable at that time; you could NOT sell them; it was almost necessary to PAY someone to cart them away.<p></em></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>But we accept their offer.<p></em></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>Among the furniture was a tall floor-model tube radio from the mid-1930s. It was in pristine condition, it's cabinetry was smooth and glistening without a scratch or a dent. The original purchase papers were folded into an envelope and tucked into the back. And, wonder of wonders, it played.</em> </span><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">And so the radio, along with other treasures from the house moved with us to our new house in the tiny village.<p></span></em><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The tall radio stood proudly in the dining room and was often </span>a topic of conversation ~~~ which was, really, all we ever asked of it. But one day a friend and neighbor who had moved to the village about the same time we did stopped by for coffee. I am certain she had seen the radio before but I doubt she'd ever commented on it. On this day, however, she did make note of it and then asked:</em><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>"Does it still play the old radio programs!!!!!!!!"</strong></span></em></p>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-72940774799756524022007-04-29T17:41:00.000-07:002007-04-29T18:20:01.301-07:00<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">I know. I know.<br />Millions of Americans have been to Niagra Falls. </span></em><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Generations of lovers honeymooned there. </span></em><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">But it took me 60 years<br />--- oh, right --- 63 years to get there.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqug2YwOMNQFEbbeqwWZgJIotfULR1_C0UUbfiDdkGtx5rOJjvPun8oUIGdc_WG4oEZ3oLnWK4fWlJede55nIDZt2knmsVVYoIL5_6MqUMhkTETsNJa6wzMBwXennyhSuzKC4/s1600-h/IM009111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059015311388222434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqug2YwOMNQFEbbeqwWZgJIotfULR1_C0UUbfiDdkGtx5rOJjvPun8oUIGdc_WG4oEZ3oLnWK4fWlJede55nIDZt2knmsVVYoIL5_6MqUMhkTETsNJa6wzMBwXennyhSuzKC4/s200/IM009111.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;">Larry and I drove up to Canada on April 19 to attend a conference on leukemia that was being held in St. Catherines, Ontario at the White Oaks Resort, Spa and Conference Centre. And that was finally the excuse I needed to do this American of all trips.</span></em><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIfNS2Zn8E4j7TCKBIZfbuZcGhHbkVoHi8hm2_SKQzVRRV4tU25IgIsTvYX4-9CWYoW4jFne4dQtsCzSO67lmFmdBnbT6rAMytIIrcuD9hlk_sXuce3C9pdqC9quducoMINt5/s1600-h/IM009114.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059015311388222450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIfNS2Zn8E4j7TCKBIZfbuZcGhHbkVoHi8hm2_SKQzVRRV4tU25IgIsTvYX4-9CWYoW4jFne4dQtsCzSO67lmFmdBnbT6rAMytIIrcuD9hlk_sXuce3C9pdqC9quducoMINt5/s200/IM009114.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;">The conference ran from noon on Friday through noon on Sunday and kept us very busy and very focused....no time to play. But on Sunday, we drove down the Canadian falls and did the typical tourist-y things. And had a ball!</span></em></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBJWtBZ5zF8pSBRqaZSsfjM-EjODXNW6qkEPX9NSNWpqhkUmNTCmKahkPkb6lo6D65RrzgNjezEcrZmUnLKiqcBMVHJ36ZVS7S_NyazgIdscEeTEwU7bfCZAev7VrolBSUrvOC/s1600-h/IM009118.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059015311388222466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBJWtBZ5zF8pSBRqaZSsfjM-EjODXNW6qkEPX9NSNWpqhkUmNTCmKahkPkb6lo6D65RrzgNjezEcrZmUnLKiqcBMVHJ36ZVS7S_NyazgIdscEeTEwU7bfCZAev7VrolBSUrvOC/s200/IM009118.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">We found the casino where I took the opportunity to try my hand at gambling -- and won $119 in about 10 minutes! I like that! </span></span></em><span style="color:#660000;"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">From the casino, we walked down what might be the tackiest of the tackiest vacation streets in North America. It is at the end of the this street that one can gaze at the Falls. We drove the parkway through wine country; I gazed at its natural beauty.</span> </em></span><span style="color:#660000;"><em>Our destination was Niagra-on-the-Lake. We parked the car and wandered the main street of little boutiques and restaurants. One quite wonderful place called Prince of Wales Hotel offered high tea at 4 and a dining room for dinner. We, however, passed it up as being a tad too pricey. I mean, $36.00 for meatloaf -- and that's Canadian money, mind you and the least expensive entree on the menu. It turned out to be a good decision as we found a nice little basement restaurant that featured delicious Mediterranian fare.</em></span></div><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#660000;">And now I can't wait to go back. I want to drive through little towns and stop along the way. I want to re-visit wine country when I really have the time to sample.</span></em></p><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">And I want to go back to the casino.</span></em></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvJBy-9FE3t-ou1FJRa1-lJkwABJOCaAnfX536ny0dqKEzyh5gwOnHNwhl3T8hoOUwgZ3dWfjuHmT-0rmmhxRZ8TSfWEFpP585Dl9IUSWOuw8NoxxaHPoLxtpzKAz15cHEpF7/s1600-h/IM009093_edited-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059021083824268306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvJBy-9FE3t-ou1FJRa1-lJkwABJOCaAnfX536ny0dqKEzyh5gwOnHNwhl3T8hoOUwgZ3dWfjuHmT-0rmmhxRZ8TSfWEFpP585Dl9IUSWOuw8NoxxaHPoLxtpzKAz15cHEpF7/s200/IM009093_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Artsy</span> </span></em></span><span style="color:#660000;"></div><br /><div align="center"><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzzuQxyHMNWzdGlxCUanmvIPopwIoCGv8xjXduyevcx3hvwyCmv7GptbDCzo0aGXcDHr8G0CKL2JnZywx_VsmnL9MuggUIqEL2BEnh51okrwUgLGGs5FDDviduGBOIPC7xblw/s1600-h/IM009122.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059021088119235634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzzuQxyHMNWzdGlxCUanmvIPopwIoCGv8xjXduyevcx3hvwyCmv7GptbDCzo0aGXcDHr8G0CKL2JnZywx_VsmnL9MuggUIqEL2BEnh51okrwUgLGGs5FDDviduGBOIPC7xblw/s200/IM009122.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></em></div></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><em>Fartsy <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059022544113149010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIzFstF8K_3I_cEHGHOIbagwe1TFHzmW7rrVnokNp3iZ4dEUpeWBgzoeGY04MnVbtXOKNnr_MI1xfgpQonsS79IRHU4Zk0PPthAJL9eVG80XkfhEUW0th0f4yZb5kifnIPyG7r/s200/IM009095.jpg" border="0" /></em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Art furniture </span></em><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">at the conference center!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059023158293472354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQll2Z7DuoGsBS7d_yainNASBJz-1BYcVZVaQL3DoCb-WH_Fc3DjoiwMWBCFPTPwTP5xxzXOPbnvZAuS_S77pFkGbfOYu23kfZ5UAZ-LOvu1l2fnav0SC0tWTjqkOA62s1g14Q/s200/IM009094.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-68549795072323607062007-04-23T20:03:00.000-07:002007-04-23T20:25:09.153-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><em> Fabric Journals<br /></em></strong></span><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgekwJaCFzJ4MaUse4tkfckpAiMJoXZFwbleTtx6yVEyKGQDOrWDFaE5XfaqbvSA7XsBieMN6odzKH2W6O93m6KQx4KbrOlY8bcp8ge7HdgJ-axynvNaor9v7dM4U3zuSaj7Dnr/s1600-h/OneWoman's+Desire.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056828753335366162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgekwJaCFzJ4MaUse4tkfckpAiMJoXZFwbleTtx6yVEyKGQDOrWDFaE5XfaqbvSA7XsBieMN6odzKH2W6O93m6KQx4KbrOlY8bcp8ge7HdgJ-axynvNaor9v7dM4U3zuSaj7Dnr/s200/OneWoman's+Desire.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>This is a page from an art journal that I made to celebrate my daughter Amy and her dream of owning a horse. It was a dream that she made come true and I have been so proud of her. </em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Over the last five or six years, I've made fabric journals to mark important occasions, to honor a special person, or to commemorate an artistic achievement. For example, the page below was made to respond to a challenge put out by Quilting Arts in 2004 and was to illustrate the process of creating a piece of wearable art. It was published in the spring issue 2004.</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056828366788309506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizcKplsN13F2epd-FXlEllXYw4XDqPAXIcaBjHqyiAnCzw4Yczkqm_N1eGjrp4WWJC3WpOTp-YogcUv8KE2H9GkTTvNdRaC-CbtZa_NpWtAM6RI5Qm5biiFUro5UwTg3Jvi0co/s200/monday2.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>In May and June, I am teaching a series of classes in making fabric art journals at artstream studios in Rochester New Hampshire . Go <a href="http://www.artstreamstudios.com">here </a> for more information and to register.<br /></em></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26AUHOof-uXdbg9dCcizUgsJnUxFw14_kUIhaFWGRCGY3rr5CS5rq3nP8qom2Pk1iKpYombbRTucdH-lcOxMl0bhvhx7hyNGFlE1s7yaIoI9bM0CoVfEwQ0V2jGa-GdsfvajY/s1600-h/linesangles+sunday.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGKFzbVosdlAHf35pRQWhghyphenhyphenEbBY4oOBHS0G-_3iwWVWKh-gL4h1gd9ytR7WaqiEEcBtU5XFMGIYTVjY20WsS3rt_u3mXOCW1Xliwj0mQjcKCuFJq9h_-cSzqGHA9-E8F4gkZ/s1600-h/A+Woman+%26+Her+Deam-2.jpg"></a><a 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grande;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Make 4x6 Art with me</em></strong></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfSbUHXp0Vts2vlanZYpAo3WVAW4Shn7JwGoHNnd59B2dni8GFtMKTBZhvZ2LChyhs8gMU7F3QCgX8ZViHlKqqBk9WF9anXabLyenT0UiEjXLhyphenhyphenZslcQoyATZVlokTt36GRRkz/s1600-h/finished+postcards+mid+june+06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052679747221426114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfSbUHXp0Vts2vlanZYpAo3WVAW4Shn7JwGoHNnd59B2dni8GFtMKTBZhvZ2LChyhs8gMU7F3QCgX8ZViHlKqqBk9WF9anXabLyenT0UiEjXLhyphenhyphenZslcQoyATZVlokTt36GRRkz/s200/finished+postcards+mid+june+06.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">at artstream studios</span><br /></em></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyDOU7J4SaKeso8bScv87VcAd4iddoFZYFRPVEr8Ec2EipfphT9I5x23TK-HF4MzvOrhrqvih3MJeUs_eE7obYnq1S-Bufy_Lz6PzH3SyBMNsfjN1_-UOMqOua6Eb6gHPbJCB/s1600-h/birthday+pc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052679717156655026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyDOU7J4SaKeso8bScv87VcAd4iddoFZYFRPVEr8Ec2EipfphT9I5x23TK-HF4MzvOrhrqvih3MJeUs_eE7obYnq1S-Bufy_Lz6PzH3SyBMNsfjN1_-UOMqOua6Eb6gHPbJCB/s200/birthday+pc.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><em>in Rochester New Hampshire</em></strong></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIBEH8e1iAW1DAan0UxCGy_kOkan7AxnVC8ylxu30RpV4ci1ZBDDa9I9FGdpT05ngpfY0-G6ljh5ys4tqg6aCbkMPwSaxjsPVxJqv4z8Wem5jxYp-gSX5HguylRhImDlTr07z/s1600-h/finished+postcards+mid+june+06+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052679163105873810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIBEH8e1iAW1DAan0UxCGy_kOkan7AxnVC8ylxu30RpV4ci1ZBDDa9I9FGdpT05ngpfY0-G6ljh5ys4tqg6aCbkMPwSaxjsPVxJqv4z8Wem5jxYp-gSX5HguylRhImDlTr07z/s200/finished+postcards+mid+june+06+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em><strong>Two</strong></em></span> <em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Saturdays in May, 12 & 26</span></strong></em><br /><br /><a href="http://www.artstreamstudios.com"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052679193170644898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXP9-SwQZq209i4h9Wmd2aFMEXySs0OqSaw10I0Cop6eQwzrSCB4RU8viQoydLF7IjS7zMA2h1gxYJ-E2Pfn3uVKLf3LdSFUe36KNpBcaFhgzKf7sxebRmcm5FWixDCLw0o5d7/s200/4+post.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><a href="http://www.artstreamstudios.com">Go here</a></span>, f<span style="font-family:georgia;">or information and to registration</span></strong></em>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-61040473014783821882007-04-12T00:52:00.000-07:002007-04-12T01:35:03.289-07:00<div align="center"> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>I am passionate about making things </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>from paper, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>fibers, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>fabric, </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>and found objects.</strong></em></span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAjMabKG_NhueMLKCfLTyZDh7yUy0P-XoaMdkXN1o8NMeB9anY5OuXHqf7X5UhLNJBgrJYvj5uwSEfiX7fVkf-C4i0IsE3sTiGUUc-ecH1woWzC2AiqBbB7XRQIy5Mc4VeHDG/s320/034.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Easter Weekend<br /></span>Pale blue sky<br />Green shoots rising</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>from cold earth<br />Crocus and grape hyacynth<br />Daffodils barely visible</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">Snow on Wednesday this week. Today temps are only in the 40s: </span></em><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"> too cold for Easter finery; we're still in winter coats. Larry has twice put away the snow blower when signs of spring appeared and twice took it out again when unexpected snows came. </span></em></div><p align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjLz9j6eWGZNM3ATpNfJlleZ-oef077deSaHpjCBS9rsh7BrpnjFvF9Wsv4H3u08RHIA1u5U-EHyGARZfoqk96QMqq7V1pYaMRi6oENsufLnUdnpxEeewgK9zhM8ee0UIOH5L/s1600-h/20050114.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050732622920177346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjLz9j6eWGZNM3ATpNfJlleZ-oef077deSaHpjCBS9rsh7BrpnjFvF9Wsv4H3u08RHIA1u5U-EHyGARZfoqk96QMqq7V1pYaMRi6oENsufLnUdnpxEeewgK9zhM8ee0UIOH5L/s320/20050114.jpg" border="0" /></a>Back 'in the day' when I was girl, it was exciting to shop for a new spring coat, hat, dress, shoes and purse for our own Easter Parade to church. The shoes were, of course, patent leather with a tidy, dainty strap -- odd but I writing this I can almost smell and feel their newness. </span></em></p><div align="left"><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqBRY0RybU8pu7UAu-unN599oib3B9WvQEwZDYSd3BlgZYxCn9vbp3LSk3P1uIKc2hwhTjOxLC6P0yfs39l-cm5USZE-U1c8enUcDuU-XUItFoAgIe6T4ImAcZLFdGzup_I6xH/s1600-h/20050418.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050732189128480434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqBRY0RybU8pu7UAu-unN599oib3B9WvQEwZDYSd3BlgZYxCn9vbp3LSk3P1uIKc2hwhTjOxLC6P0yfs39l-cm5USZE-U1c8enUcDuU-XUItFoAgIe6T4ImAcZLFdGzup_I6xH/s320/20050418.jpg" border="0" /></a>When church was over there were Easter baskets treats.<br />Soft yellow candy chicks<br /></span></em><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">Chocolate bunnies.<br />J</span></em><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">elly beans. Egg hunts at a park. </span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">This year we are looking forward to having brunch with Amy, Mike, Tony and Tori and Larry's Dad. Tony and Tori are too old for little Easter baskets so we've created a family Easter Gift basket that is fun, delicious, personal to each and pretty.</span></em></div><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">Easter brunch menu starts with Bellini cocktails for the adults followed by baked ham; fresh asparagus with hollandaise sauce; corn cakes & pancakes with syrup; baked eggs; and Easter breads. I just finished a chocolate ganache cake that will be a decadent dessert. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">A walk on the beach after brunch will complete the feast.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">I am blessed to have my family here tomorrow.</span></em><br /><div align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-23844692137828672492007-03-30T17:56:00.000-07:002007-03-31T05:08:45.349-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"><strong><em>Living graciously in another era</em></strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOZ5kmplJRnzcm-blx6NRYPimXW-dnpDAMi2DUA1MOrt1iq0YYT1ivWh2T4RymwQIClrq_lsWEpJ6Hwee9D-_OaKQEi7IyazIBTfuP4KVAL5L6a9wS-I7E0h28dBrczGEaK97K/s1600-h/period+clothes+sat%27day+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047888645485330450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOZ5kmplJRnzcm-blx6NRYPimXW-dnpDAMi2DUA1MOrt1iq0YYT1ivWh2T4RymwQIClrq_lsWEpJ6Hwee9D-_OaKQEi7IyazIBTfuP4KVAL5L6a9wS-I7E0h28dBrczGEaK97K/s200/period+clothes+sat%27day+032.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"><em>Wearing an elegant silk wrap with luxuriously long white fringe and embroidery ~~ </em></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"><em>perhaps to the opera </em></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"><em>or a ball.</em></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPVDuZZH_wxznSOoh1QSHcGv9utVRPzeZLAXAfyFma5DB6FV5zO-3_pbInxgYagWWHmDuVxWSqm-Hu9T1Eg4Q2lx3NonUsgI9JzdQ6J70rCEb7veo7EbSCw2D5nv3PekL8Ekgf/s1600-h/cutwork+centerpiece+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047888649780297762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPVDuZZH_wxznSOoh1QSHcGv9utVRPzeZLAXAfyFma5DB6FV5zO-3_pbInxgYagWWHmDuVxWSqm-Hu9T1Eg4Q2lx3NonUsgI9JzdQ6J70rCEb7veo7EbSCw2D5nv3PekL8Ekgf/s200/cutwork+centerpiece+006.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Table settings with fine white linens, cutwork and lace<br />Dried roses and pewter</em></span> </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzfy_TOQrokFc_O57H3Tg7ub0Wwn-aQgjEVEf7KLBNzjg8pGUJT3QARTeEQYYfvh2O9MjoM5H7B1t-l6wll34z3-mVwYMEJ2r8-sTNPNUsQVmUvssMehZ2wGvSCE6gc8A4Eq35/s1600-h/linens+wednesday+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047888654075265074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzfy_TOQrokFc_O57H3Tg7ub0Wwn-aQgjEVEf7KLBNzjg8pGUJT3QARTeEQYYfvh2O9MjoM5H7B1t-l6wll34z3-mVwYMEJ2r8-sTNPNUsQVmUvssMehZ2wGvSCE6gc8A4Eq35/s200/linens+wednesday+028.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"></a><em><span style="color:#663300;">Your boudoir linens are personalized in old world script with your initials</span></em><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL2yOLHjvSmsQM3IsfVatshiN_ds3DPGmfb96KucenqPe0YwAIwYcYHxrBcybUmVbZpIR6kOrdnf4mvPgrGBkKQmxxy_Q-nhkI92Uf4auPcfi-7L1t-BCLrhHsxjiDAKG6c-kP/s1600-h/white+work+014.jpg"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047890062824538194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdzCyUWyjks72ATOE65uHlJknmxABpI96ZMquFMkVjQUUevB_vfa9yBgcEqCAqn3dKJHJJdkhETbl4hYvfswG9Ka5JBHX6VUbTKvSBLxQR4z2BAH5YrmfNRG0KVxz5zTljn7c/s200/linen+tea+set+012.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Taking tea in fine and delicate china on lovely white linen.</em></span><br /></p>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#663300;">This weekend Larry and I are taking the train from Exeter to Boston for the annual</span> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"><strong>Boston Antiques Weekend</strong> being held in the convention center. </span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;">Art, antiques, books, linens, textiles, period clothing, a fashion show and seminars ~~ and of course, all the vendors and potential for making wonderful, one-of-a-kind purchases. </span><span style="color:#663300;">The exhibits and seminars are all weekend long but granddaughter, Victoria and her dad are joining us on Sunday afternoon. Larry and Michael are going to a Celtics game; Victoria and I are going to see Blue Man Group. Mostly, I am just thrilled to be spending time with my lady, Victoria. </span><span style="color:#663300;">We come back home on Monday so all in all it promises to be a fine long weekend and the weather forecast is looking pretty good, too.</span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjciqtK4lTXP02g3aEmVLyKFjfUwqo-IOaNNHZRkrGHRzf6oNJPID2mF9zPLhuTPtT12VmUF7urc3BKjorSSzfSr6c3fZngfyQmnNkQet7Dpw1hhyExm-bV5Q_4LcOV6UdkV3Sv/s1600-h/IM008099.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047892979107332194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjciqtK4lTXP02g3aEmVLyKFjfUwqo-IOaNNHZRkrGHRzf6oNJPID2mF9zPLhuTPtT12VmUF7urc3BKjorSSzfSr6c3fZngfyQmnNkQet7Dpw1hhyExm-bV5Q_4LcOV6UdkV3Sv/s200/IM008099.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="color:#663300;">This is my sweet Victoria. Middle schooler, drama queen in every sense of the word, soccer & softball player, budding thespian, chorus member, honor roll student. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#663300;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#663300;">A special young lady.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#663300;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#663300;">I admit to bias. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#663300;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#663300;">I am entitled to brag</span></em>.Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-29226302423436896682007-03-25T12:33:00.000-07:002007-03-25T13:00:02.181-07:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"><em>INTIMATE NOTES!</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"><em>Thanks,</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Cloth, Paper, Scissors</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">for the inspiration</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><p>The winter issue featured a sweet little project that turned paper, ephemera and bits of stuff into note pads fashioned after purses. Several weekends ago, I spent a weekend afternoon playing in my studio/playroom to see what might emerge. </em></p></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em><p>In the studio, I keep a basket of paper, fabric, trim and fiber off-cuts from other projects. I also put parts of previous projects that didn't quite make it because one never knows when a piece of this or that turned on its head might be just what is needed for a new venture.</em></p></div><div align="center"><em><p>I started this project by gathering my antique and reproduction ephemera ~~ the basket of stuff, and added some new contemporary designs just for the fun of it!</em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu5s8CZlYYk3sQDZdHP1vXnACzKTrV6bhQzBlV8CS8sTmBha2ecQwkqY5ik-2XOjEUwfzjsMUeAgzRkBAw1G17d_l9gc1ajU-yvIcd5NqXaCl78H0_tbBIonvg9MGqfOcWKsj9/s1600-h/IM009005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045947982846183586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu5s8CZlYYk3sQDZdHP1vXnACzKTrV6bhQzBlV8CS8sTmBha2ecQwkqY5ik-2XOjEUwfzjsMUeAgzRkBAw1G17d_l9gc1ajU-yvIcd5NqXaCl78H0_tbBIonvg9MGqfOcWKsj9/s200/IM009005.jpg" border="0" /></a> As it quite obvious, this is a black and white purse using card stock for the covers and plain text weight white paper for the inside. The purse has a strap of black rick-rack.<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNfe8Oo-Fv9UAELYutDbELXbSWH7GsWMViTnKgP8ujeM5ZEUYvoTPrICOCWEuuCkUUr-wTvuT38Xv1cW8q1prpOi73RZKihYgr1jX61xj5QrnACJh1ToyJsY-Rae_kbTENA4h/s1600-h/IM009007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045947987141150898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNfe8Oo-Fv9UAELYutDbELXbSWH7GsWMViTnKgP8ujeM5ZEUYvoTPrICOCWEuuCkUUr-wTvuT38Xv1cW8q1prpOi73RZKihYgr1jX61xj5QrnACJh1ToyJsY-Rae_kbTENA4h/s200/IM009007.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> This purse is about the same size as the one above, black with an oriental theme. The Japanese lettering came to me a paper band around fat quarter of fabric ~~ too good to let go. Along the bottom is a metallic trim from India. The feather is real. The handle is gold metallic ribbon. The inside pages are white text weight paper. I really like the look of this one.</span></p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixa65q3Ynv8O-5KlNzJIoNF7OEgoDn9654n0LJVHq2BLQ0ykzrULdo-5gSIt0U2E7sae60Ziz6hJE3HGJF-Z2kcIl9MeT0XdsCF-Bi5saGuTqLoMs5W3bkHZc-UfMjqdYq2nDw/s1600-h/IM009015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045947991436118210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixa65q3Ynv8O-5KlNzJIoNF7OEgoDn9654n0LJVHq2BLQ0ykzrULdo-5gSIt0U2E7sae60Ziz6hJE3HGJF-Z2kcIl9MeT0XdsCF-Bi5saGuTqLoMs5W3bkHZc-UfMjqdYq2nDw/s200/IM009015.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>This little purse/note pad is very tiny and is made from decorative contemporary paper.<br />The image is part of an antique greeting card. The handle is made of silk fibers which also embellishes her cap.<br />A little bottom row of lace completes the picture.<br />Inside pages are text weight pastel colored paper. <br />She might be my favorite ~~ I just love her rosy cheeks and the dove resting on her arm. <br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgIKQxBCoUJ7s3nr3xmyvTACM6rkqpwB7Q2BnKiiqtDYkgraUw9eFKv9nuwOc_-6ms_Lm3Swz2HIIWemmJ8H4uZp0OPATKM1ORF1WTsgNa4glgHIKGiAu4qZAbYxAN-bhfx6I/s1600-h/IM009019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045947995731085522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgIKQxBCoUJ7s3nr3xmyvTACM6rkqpwB7Q2BnKiiqtDYkgraUw9eFKv9nuwOc_-6ms_Lm3Swz2HIIWemmJ8H4uZp0OPATKM1ORF1WTsgNa4glgHIKGiAu4qZAbYxAN-bhfx6I/s200/IM009019.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Here is another very tiny one.<br />The black silk cording that I used for a handle is embellished with a hand-crafted fabric bead which unfortunately did not photograph well. This was a fun project and the little note pads can be used as small gifts or favors or tucked into a card or letter.<br /></p>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595599.post-29592385645110269372007-03-24T08:28:00.000-07:002007-03-24T08:57:34.751-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><em>I have a passion for collecting<br /></div></em></strong></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><em>Antique Linens</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC3t1eFxdhyphenhyphenNOFp3J8iW7LPg4Hu4myeNGO3LRDatrSHwH47MEEtzpH2Jn82vxEPiKmjZdmiu7bU9ztlGug0bpkWUiKrD6LiqTPHrkvfs94EDqw_AB2y8DkIDhVjajZbUTx6SU5/s1600-h/linen+tea+set+2+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045515252006209682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC3t1eFxdhyphenhyphenNOFp3J8iW7LPg4Hu4myeNGO3LRDatrSHwH47MEEtzpH2Jn82vxEPiKmjZdmiu7bU9ztlGug0bpkWUiKrD6LiqTPHrkvfs94EDqw_AB2y8DkIDhVjajZbUTx6SU5/s200/linen+tea+set+2+018.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><em>These are elegant white work </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><em>with cutwork and padded satin stitching <br />in various sizes to grace the dining table.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWC93dbWqb-071X3_2ksg7YMmvgXL3VjZsuL8A36ybh4SaFw7zWRoRt4fyTHbof_ZLZr66gHrBjK8bx1mNVc3Xh8LbU9XRadG7Xqk73f8Jvh6APH9xL4mq3mgj0zCw9mH1yv29/s1600-h/poppy+seed+studio+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045513710112950370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWC93dbWqb-071X3_2ksg7YMmvgXL3VjZsuL8A36ybh4SaFw7zWRoRt4fyTHbof_ZLZr66gHrBjK8bx1mNVc3Xh8LbU9XRadG7Xqk73f8Jvh6APH9xL4mq3mgj0zCw9mH1yv29/s200/poppy+seed+studio+014.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><em><p>Old books that have been held and loved by others:</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><em>There is something wonderful about small leather volumes<br />that just fit in the hand or slide easily into pocket or purse.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><p>I am fascinated by the personal inscriptions </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>written in spidery black ink. It must be the hidden voyeur in me.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeo1MQTd-fmu6TTP6hMACSDZGr5ChQPjMNJwEA8IfyHdyx5VFfdsckty8hEJa5aY5PczMFHpo4qVmUklDwVVgkHWyN0sA-9Yu_W6VI82pXj8r30vBqQJM7f9FS7etGZovpp6G_/s1600-h/poppy+seed+studio+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045513714407917682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeo1MQTd-fmu6TTP6hMACSDZGr5ChQPjMNJwEA8IfyHdyx5VFfdsckty8hEJa5aY5PczMFHpo4qVmUklDwVVgkHWyN0sA-9Yu_W6VI82pXj8r30vBqQJM7f9FS7etGZovpp6G_/s200/poppy+seed+studio+008.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><em>I love period clothing, especially the Edwardian Era.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Above is a lovely child's silk cape and matching dress<br />in a quiet peach-y color</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em>I am passionate about vintage ephemera </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>and use it in altered books and fabric postcards</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY27ZJqV739V3fMMwhGGMrZx5gTKCErdBdabG5biyk545KAQ_b9JLfCKYAb6EbnVZKaaVxxEmjxCSi5g17OaTQGqy11pceUkNYpJILr9aBx942Hw96yja3NscRUFOMGi2pX7X5/s1600-h/poppy+seed+studio+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045513718702884994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY27ZJqV739V3fMMwhGGMrZx5gTKCErdBdabG5biyk545KAQ_b9JLfCKYAb6EbnVZKaaVxxEmjxCSi5g17OaTQGqy11pceUkNYpJILr9aBx942Hw96yja3NscRUFOMGi2pX7X5/s200/poppy+seed+studio+012.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><em>Vintage China </em></strong></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><em>& Glass </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><em>that once graced Victorian tables.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em>My linens, books, clothing, china and glass have been selling at the</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Poppy Seed Studio<br />in<br />Somersworth New Hampshire</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><p>A really fabulous little shop that features</em></strong></div><ul><li><div align="center"><strong><em>the work of local and regional artisans</em></strong></div></li><li><div align="center"><strong><em>vintage clothing - hats, bags, jewelry, gowns & furs</em></strong></div></li><li><div align="center"><strong><em>unique & unusual gifts </em></strong></div></li></ul><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><em><br /></div></em></strong></span><br /><div align="center"></div></div>Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12352803363425803168noreply@blogger.com0