slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Author: Laurie
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My new studio. The lighting needs serious improvement, but other than that it is a much better use for this space. The aluminum foil draped over my weaving keeps the cats away from it – they are terrified of the sound of aluminum foil for some reason. Maybe it sounds like some predator coming for…
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This is a coffee pot post, when I write whatever comes to mind until my last cup of coffee is empty. I use these to document the everyday details of my life, my thoughts, my plans, my dreams. Sweep out the crumbs in my brain. When Sandy drove me home from the airport, he had…
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There were thunderstorms. When I awoke, C_____ was gone. She left me a sweet note saying that she couldn’t wake me. I was one tired girlie. I checked out and made it to the train going into downtown Minneapolis a wee bit late that morning. By the time I got there and walked with my…
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Peering into the final dyepot. Part of the patchwork of the 15 nine-squares the class laid together on the floor. Mine is the one in the bottom right corner. The second book and two final fabric bundles come out of the dyepot. I don’t mind that I nearly destroyed the La Pointe Cemetery papers through…
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We dyed silk strips and added them to the site as a sign of honor and respect, and gathered windfalls from the site to dye and print inside in our second folded book.
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“This is Day Four,” India pronounced ominously at the beginning of our class. Then she passed out chocolate frogs that she brought all the way from Australia as a preventative for any Day Four woes. Day Four is when patience grows thin, things go awry, bodies get weary, minds get overwhelmed. We stretch and do…
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Between class and soup on Wednesday, Brenda, Pam, and I drove down to the Town Park to walk on the beach of Lake Superior. I think that I showed great restraint by not filling up my suitcase with rocks. I have done it before, you know. Then we bopped around to three of the art…
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Daisies, mullein, and lupines were everywhere on the island. After finding out that the raspberry tea bags made beautiful pink marks that magically turned blue on the cotton paper, raspberry tea suddenly became the most popular beverage in our class! Hmmph. India shows us what we are to do with our cloth/papers. They will become…
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My bundles, freshly removed from a dyepot made with goldenrod plants (yes, you can use the leaves and stalks!) I was a wee bit disappointed, especially in my wool samples overall, but I would soon learn that the secret of getting good plant prints included getting the tightest possible contact between the cloth and the…
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The meadows around MISA were gorgeous; full of wildflowers and wildlife. Unfortunately that wildlife included many ticks. If you go, do take bug repellent of some kind. I think that I may have been one of the only people in my class that did not find a tick on me at some point during my…
slowly she turned 