Tuesday, March 31, 2020
pine needle basket #3
Just finished this pine needle basket. I tried a different stitch and it was working until I got further apart with the stitches. The needles began sticking out more and more. So I changed stitches to an X. Parts of it look better than others, but I really like the base that I found online.
Friday, March 27, 2020
Pine needle bowl
I just finished my second pine needle basket - I think it is really a bowl. Read in a booklet that one could finish them with Mod Podge, so I tried it. REALLY SMELLY!!!! But it made the bowl very sturdy. Now all I need to do is figure out how to make them perfectly round.
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
wedding ring quilt
Getting ready to do some quilting.
Didn't work ....have to take my machine in to be fixed :(
Now I find out it was the thread-cannot use cotton to do free motion quilting, have to use polyester.
Friday, March 20, 2020
2015 project
In 2015, I made this soft book with the contributions from a few friends. We made a list of things and each person took a few and made blocks. I filled in some things to add and turned it into a book rather than a quilt.
Where I've been What I like Things I've done |
1949 to 1969- names of places I lived (towns, streets) |
Pansies and cats |
Photography 1970's- 1980's - places (towns, streets) |
Aikido I like to read SiFi and fantasy |
Chocolate Marriage |
Artists I like Bellydancing (did it for a few years) |
Italy (Lived there for a year) Redwoods, California poppies |
Massage therapist spinning, weaving, crochet |
Quilting and Sewing |
1990's onward (countries, states) genealogy |
Acupuncture Who contributed |
Wednesday, March 18, 2020
Memories
Memories of nature
Age
5: Lindsey, California - Living in a house in the middle of an orange orchard
with winter smudge pots.
Age
8: San Jose, California - Climbing my grandmother’s walnut tree and (Santa Cruz
mountains) summer with a grandparents in the redwoods, a swing hung between two
giant redwood trees, mornings in an open kitchen draped with a tarp whenever it
rained.
Age 15: San Jose, California - Walking to school under old gnarled live oaks that caused large cracks in the sidewalks. Picking up fallen figs in our backyard, fallen almonds at grandparents, eating grapes and avocado’s from grandparents’ yard.
Age 15: San Jose, California - Walking to school under old gnarled live oaks that caused large cracks in the sidewalks. Picking up fallen figs in our backyard, fallen almonds at grandparents, eating grapes and avocado’s from grandparents’ yard.
Age
20: Los Angeles, California - Trying to learn to meditate in college at UCLA
under some pine trees while people commented as they walked past me.
Age
27: Different trees, landscapes, ice, as we drive across country for the first
time heading for Florida.
Age
30: Formia, Italy - Orchard of olive trees surrounding the apartment buildings
with Vesuvius and Ishcia in the distance.
Age
35: Chesapeake, Virginia - Learning Ikebana with flowers from the yard and
fallen branches. The Great Dismal Swamp, mosquitoes and snakes in the yard. Azaleas and FIREFLIES!!!!
Age
48: Columbia, Maryland - Making a diary of the seasonal changes – light green
leaves appear turning darker then into yellow, orange and red before falling to
the ground. How the color raises from bottom to top and then down.
Age
56: Columbia, Maryland - The leaves falling just before our move and glad I did
not have to rake again.
Age
63: Coos bay, Oregon - Walking the long driveway in different seasons. Watching
as the trees sway in the wind and wondering which of the fragile alders’ widow
makers will fall in the next big storm.
Age
70: Remembering the smell of the redwoods and watching the ones we planted grow
taller each year. Noticing how quickly the seasons change and the years go by…
Tuesday, March 17, 2020
Fog
FOG
Fragile strands rise from the sea
Reflecting the union of earth and sky
The delicate touch, a shroud of mist
Crawling through trees, alder and fir
Around all hills and not very high
It follows the waterways wherever they go
Dew collects on nets of silk
Sparkling brightly from as the sun rises high
The blanket recoils in the heat of the day
The haze dissipates and fades away
Just so it can come another day
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