Category: fiber art
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Better. Much better. I am able to make myself do the things that have to be done. And do the things that my soul craves as well. During the last weekend in January, Sandy and I got out and cleaned up the back yard and took the remaining tatters of the cloth roof off the…
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The Macomber loom is up and weaving. The warp that I measured for it beginning 5-6 years ago was a nightmare, though. At that time I decided, as I do and often regret, that I would measure a warp as long as possible to avoid having to warp it again for a long time. I…
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Pretty much done. If you look closely you can see that the first panel I quilted had more quilting, then the second one less as my tension problems mounted on my sewing machine, and then the third panel I gave up other than sewing around the edges. I figure as I feel like it I…
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Sandy noticed this first – look what the Virginia creeper vine snagged from my rock collection at the front steps. Normally I would tear this vine down after it loses its pretty red leaves but I’m going to see how long it holds on to its booty. Love those little feet. I’ve made random weave…
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Election Day has come and gone with results slightly better than I expected, so my PTSD from 2016 is somewhat abated. I didn’t have high expectations for North Carolina because we are so atrociously gerrymandered it is ridiculous. They even admit it. And they get away with it even though it keeps getting struck down.…
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I got a lot accomplished on the t-shirt quilt yesterday despite not being able to get the tension adjusted just right on my sewing machine. I complain about this machine, but the truth is it has done a lot of very heavy duty work that it was not built to do, so I should probably…
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We’ve been home from the lake a week now, and it was a good time. I finished my stitchery for the Gardens of the Heart project at last. We ate a lot of good food and enjoyed good company. I ate at Dale’s three times! It was fun sitting on the pier and watching this…
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I love rain at the lake. There are two old gliders on the screened porch and the sound of the water dripping off the eaves is heavenly. Today we have a few friends coming to visit. This will be their first time here, and I wanted to show it to them in case it ends…
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A quick post before I go to the farmers market and buy some of that delicious corn from Rudd Farm. I’m working on moving away from the hole. I’ve been circling it for a while and I don’t want to change meds. A higher dose worked but it also made my heart race, and that…
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It is not easy to weave a palmetto tree, especially this small and at this sett. This is a memory of the sunsets over the river at St. Simon’s Island, Georgia, where I went to a tapestry retreat in May. Now it’s time to consider what I will weave for June’s entry.
