slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: Madeline Island
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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…
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This is an online chronicle of my journey to and participation in India Flint’s “Wayfarer’s Wanderbook and Windfall Cloth” workshop at Madeline Island School of the Arts. (Note: There are seven chapters in this story. I’ll try to make it more visual and less verbal, so expect them to load slowly.) The trip to Madeline…
slowly she turned 