slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Author: Laurie
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“Oyster Santa” at some friends’ “Old Christmas” party. So good! Prince Pablo on his throne.
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Cutting up clothes not good enough to donate for rag rugs and fabric weaving and collage. Pine branch shadow on the walk back from Tate Street.
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A cold day everywhere, it seems. Sandy and I went to the Greenhill Winter Show. To my delight, Catherine Ellis’ woven shibori fabrics were scattered throughout the gallery. I got to see them up close! (I REALLY wanted to buy one, but one of my goals this year is to cut back on unnecessary spending.)…
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Back to work. Also back to journaling. Now I’m glad that I didn’t sell this one in the gallery. It’s a good one. More “work” on the 2014 map. This is fun. I doodle and refine, doodle and refine. It has helped me get my head just a little bit straighter too, although I am…
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Today I started my written journal for the year. Several hours went into ideas and scribbling and looking at maps for Mapping 2014 Artfully. Guess I’m leaning toward drawing it now. The end of the journey is a morass of ink, but I’m getting closer to a firm idea. I can change all the sheets…
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In January, I let go of trying to get the Greensboro Fiber Guild going, and I let go of the idea of graduating by May since the class that I needed to do so looked like four months of misery. The “Whatever” book seemed to set a theme. Reclaiming a despised response for positive use.…
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Is he expressing his admiration for the lovely curl of Miss Lucy’s tail? Gathering raggedy boro materials. Tomorrow will bring my annual year-end post.
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Pablo is in love with the kitten in the dishwasher. I will continue to try to get the audio – he is hilarious but stops meowing and warbling as soon as he notices me watching. The cardboard is taped under the dishwasher and cabinets because there are holes that kittens can see and fit into…
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I had a great afternoon with my friend Missy at Lake Orange. It is a beautiful area near Hillsborough, North Carolina. The Old Eno Presbyterian Church Cemetery is a 250-year old site on the shore. I love to explore old cemeteries. Many of these graves are only marked with a rough stone. “Alas! how changed…
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Dock sitting, cemetery prowling, and deer watching at Lake Orange with my friend Missy today. My attention was caught by the reflections in the water.
slowly she turned 