slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Author: Laurie
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Here is an excerpt from an article being written for the Permaculture Activist by Robert Waldrop (of the Better Times Almanac, a wonderful publication) on “Kitchen Permaculture.” This was sent to me via the Slow Food DC mailing list, via Robert’s email to the Terramadre mailing list. It speaks to the heart of what I…
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We had our second official Slow Food event at the Adriatic (soon to be renamed Zaytoon) restaurant this afternoon. Masoud and Anna prepared an assortment of appetizers and entrees for approximately 50 people, and it was delicious. They have an appetizer that they also sell at the farmers market called the Number 9. These are…
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I came home from JCCFS to a healthy crop of grass seed. You see, our lawn mower, a cheap cantankerous machine that came with the purchase of our house in 2001, is in disrepair. We have occasionally been able to get it going by holding our mouths right and kicking the tires, but this time…
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I got one good painting out of this, but I think that is pretty good considering it is the first time I have painted in thirty years. John C. Campbell Folk School is a good place to take a vacation. It is not nearly as intense as Penland School of Crafts. The food at both…
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Yes, I definitely won’t be doing any painting in public, thank you very much. I knew that when I picked the garden pool next to the dining hall that I’d probably have to deal with a lot more onlookers. But it was exactly the type of scene I want to paint and I knew it…
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We took a field trip to the rhodedendron gardens in Hiawassee, Georgia and painted there. I picked a little flower bed with hostas and lots of texture. There was a very pretty light-colored varigated ivy tumbling over rocks. The trouble with this was that everybody wanted to stop in front of me and admire it…
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Today, Barbara demo’ed a landscape outside, which was very nice but I got restless. It is very distracting for me to be around rocks. I kept sneaking large pebbles into my fanny pack and pockets. Don’t know why I feel so secretive about this compulsion. But I went back after lunch and gathered quite a…
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Much better ending to the day. I dragged myself to class after a somewhat tearful break after lunch. Turned out that after I left that morning, the class had changed its mind about where and when to meet and they were gone. Fortunately there was another woman in the same fix and we found them.…
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Pink ladyslippers off the trail ————————- Class – Expressions in Oil Instructor – Barbara Perrotti Books recommended: Fill Your Oil Paintings with Light and Color by Kevin McPherson Painting the Impressionist Landscape by Lois Griffel Good exercise: Paint colored blocks in pure “crayon” colors in different lights. Opposites vibrate next to each other. Reflection of…
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So I happened to be near the front of the lunch line, and they have a separate table with the vegetarian food already laid out. There was paper covering the dishes. I marched right up and removed the paper, got my plate, and began serving myself. Someone behind me said, “Um, m’am, we usually wait…
slowly she turned 