slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Author: Laurie
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I’ve decided to start a new project. A very simple one, one I should be able to manage easily. Every day, if possible, I’ll post two photos. 1. Something to document my activity that day. 2. Something from my home or block or my walk to work (when I’m home) to help me discover the…
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Once there was a village without a well. Their stream had dried up and a man from a village near the river sold water to the villagers. Some of the villagers could afford barrels to catch the rainwater, and so they did not need to buy water as often. The mayor of the village decided…
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Long time no see, friends. It’s a good thing. When I haven’t been working on my book cover and scroll box projects for my ceramics class, I’ve been relaxing. That’s right. I can relax now. Although that crash that just came from the kitchen kind of nullified that for a minute. The kittens are between…
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As much as I realized that I need to work on my ceramics class, I knew that it would be dumb to build a scroll box or stand without even beginning to make the scroll, so I devoted yesterday to dyeing with the broomsedge I’d collected. I made two dyepots for comparison. One was with…
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September was a wonderfully busy month. The first half was consumed by the planning and anticipation of seeing my relatives at our family reunion and my mother’s 90th birthday party. My aunt and first cousin came from Colorado to stay with my mother for ten days, during which time the bottom fell out (flooding) over…
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I’m busy busy busy with my Ceramics III class, but I have taken a little time to do some natural dyeing. Last Sunday, Sandy and I found a vacant lot with lots of goldenrod blooming. I tore blisters on my hands harvesting it so there’s a lesson for me, but I couldn’t wait to go…
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This has been a full two weeks. Diego, the smaller foster kitten got sick, and I took him to the vet, where he was diagnosed with a variety of ailments including ringworm. Auuggghhh! So he and Pablo are quarantined into the back two rooms again, while I cleaned the rest of the house as well…
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Right now, these two one-month-old boys are known as “the fosters.” The only time I could get decent photos were when they stopped running long enough to explore and decimate Sandy’s bookshelf. They’ll spend a few days on their own behind closed doors (or as long as I can stop Sandy from letting them out)…
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I can’t tell you just how freeing it has been to my spirit to not worry about making art for sale any more. I’ve definitely had some physical challenges, but they are nothing compared to the mental roadblocks I run into every time I start selling my work on a regular basis. I always think…
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I have not been able to figure out how to save these films or embed them here without going to a Brazilian Facebook site called # O Tecelão which is dedicated to weaving. I find these fascinating and want to refer back to them from time to time. This is one more major reason that…
slowly she turned 