slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: Lake Waccamaw
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I mostly relaxed with a novel yesterday. My hands needed a break. The lichen tea dyepot was the last art project, and it was a success, although it produced almost exactly the same color as the onion skin dye, which was a tad disappointing. However, I was thrilled to get any dye at all since…
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Yesterday was a full day of mixed emotions. I mixed up three colors of Procion dyepots, then combined some to get a variety of colors on a variety of rags, fabric remnants, and silk and wool skeins. I didn’t get the purples that I wanted, so I’ll take that up at home. The dyepots were…
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Yesterday was a day of experimentation with natural dyes with just the tannin-laced water of Lake Waccamaw as a mordant. The onion skin dye was very successful, although it is very hard to mess up yellow onion skins for a dye. What I did notice was that the color yielded more reddish tones, which I…
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I am back in one of my happy places – my cousin’s house at Lake Waccamaw. This time we are here alone for a couple’s art retreat. Sandy brought canvases and paint, and I brought dyepots, fabrics, yarns, hot plate, Procion dyes, and acrylic paints, paper, brayers, collage materials, and my Gelli plate. Also a…
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Here it is, the Lake Waccamaw post. Last year was the first year in a long time that we did not spend a week or long weekend at the lake, so we were really happy to go back and spend some time. My sister and brother-in-law were staying four doors down at a little rental…
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Sitting here in one of my favorite places in the entire world, the glider on the back screened porch of my cousin Fred’s house at Lake Waccamaw, watching the birds swoop over the water and listening to the artesian well trickle between the sounds of the waves lapping on the shore. As the shadows grow…
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Daddy and me on the homemade “go-kart” in downtown Marietta, North Carolina. This photo of my Granddaddy Jones with his brothers and sisters had to have been taken in the teens or early 20s. He is the one with the guitar. I barely remember Daddy Thad, my grandfather on the Parham side. He died when…
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We decided that this big fella, whose sunbathing was captured by Sandy as we drove home Sunday from Lake Waccamaw, was blogworthy.
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It is a quiet morning here at Lake Waccamaw, as Garrison Keillor narrates in my head. Sandy is still snuggled under the covers, since we switched roles and I kept HIM awake with MY snoring last night. Mornings here are full of birdsong and soft pastels melding the water and sky. I made myself a…
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Yesterday was Mama visitin’, fried shrimp and steak eatin’, sittin’ in the water beer drinkin’, and nappin’. Today is coffee drinkin’ and bookbindin’. There is a nice breeze but we’ll probably catch the rain later that Greensboro is getting today. I don’t mind the rain so much down here. Usually I can sit on the…
slowly she turned 