slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: cloth weaving
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Retirement is so weird. The world is disgustingly surreal. The day is over before I know it. It goes so fast. I was supposed to have so much time on my hands to do ALL THE THINGS. Much of it is wasted on computer games and scrolling through social media. I do focus on artists,…
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The ice was lovely this morning because it wasn’t dangerous. I am home from work, where I am in survival mode these days, trying very hard not to snap about the same issues that come up every semester but about which I have to push for answers that nobody agrees on every semester. Time for…
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At this point, I really should switch to herbal tea. In fact, I have been drinking hot herbal tea in the late afternoon and evening lately. I guess it was all that reading about life in Wales that made me want hot tea. Last night I drank real tea and I was awake until 2:30,…
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On Saturday morning we headed back to Chimayo. I wanted to visit Centinela Traditional Arts, the home gallery and studio of the tapestry artists Lisa and Irvin Trujillo. I had seen Irvin’s work at the Denver Art Museum and while we were there, Lisa was weaving on a floor loom and her daughter spoke to…
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Thinking about Ireland. Aching for it. I wish that I had the courage to throw everything to the wind and take a chance on trying to move there. Like, NOW. This is a photo that I took on the Burren in May, 2012. Since I last wrote, spring came and then left. When this weather…
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I guess it was inevitable that I would get burned out on outrage. I’m still keeping up with news until I get my mojo back though. Another bad cold did not help matters, but I got over this one fairly quickly. The next major political action I intend to take is the People’s Climate Mobilization…
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So much for doing a little each day. It just ain’t happening. At the end of the weekday for most of the past three weeks I’ve been either Facebooking, reading the Poldark series (starting on book four soon!), drinking beer, playing solitaire, hanging out on the front porch with the boys, or going to bed…
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Can’t type too much – I’m gonna have to lay low on the blogging for a while. Here are some photos from the past week: ^more pieces for the shirt coverlet ^cut the denim blanket in half, much easier to finish and lighter to carry. ^I keep this watercolor sample sheet that my mother kept…
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Mood swings. High highs, low lows, and blah in between. Not much liking my brain activity these days except when I’m in the studio. August is historically difficult for me. I’ll get through it. It’s harder when I have tendinitis (currently my right hand) and I know that if I use it I will progressively…
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The next (final?) denim panel woven in a log cabin “color and weave” pattern, and a portable cloth weaving project with Sandy’s old shirts to be sewn into a lightweight blanket later. I was not able to stay out of the church studio so the AC went back on and I was much happier. Even…
slowly she turned 