slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Author: Laurie
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Day one: I leave Raleigh Durham airport and wonder at the landscape below as I fly to Portland, Oregon. The sky is clear most of the way and when I leave the mostly tree-covered land of the southeast the patchwork patterns of the farmland translate to fiber and cloth in my head. I trace the…
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Here’s my latest progress with “Hammock View.” Detail: I’m leaving tomorrow for my long workshop with Archie Brennan and Susan Martin Maffei in Cannon Beach, Oregon. As always, my nerves are shot before a big trip. I’m going to spend the night with my sister tonight so that I’ll be a little closer to the…
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Spring bouquet found on my way to work.
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I got a false deadline stuck in my head and now that I realize that I don’t have to DO ALL THE THINGS!!!! before I go to Oregon on Wednesday I feel a whole lot better. Between a really horrible, much worse-than-usual bout with pollen allergies and buckets of rain here and work, not much…
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Bark texture
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In the front yard My personal favorites that I’m trying to get established as wildflowers. They grow in a lot of the yards around here. Daddy’s ashtray is now on my front porch. There always used to be White Owl cigars in it. My Aunt Lib made it for him. This is one of those…
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I’m probably the only one who can see the difference from day to day! Since everything on this side of the design kind of leans to the left, I’ve worked more on the left side this weekend. I was at a point when I didn’t have a lot of ends hanging down, and my tension…
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I’ve nearly finished the coffee pot, but whatever. I needed to get right to the weaving this morning. Here I have rotated it so you can get an idea of how it will look when it is hung. About two inches on the right will be turned to the back for a hem. So I…
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Crabapple tree on my walk to work. I bought this to remind me of my grand plan six years from now.
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This is my occasional, once upon a time weekly, blog post where I brew a little pot of coffee and then just start writing whatever pops out until I’m tired of writing. Most of the time it is my news and plans, but sometimes it ends up being therapy. The big news for me this…
slowly she turned 