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Still here

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This is such a simple image but it has such a great story to tell.During our DC trip we went to the Textiles Museum on a very hot,humid Sunday afternoon .The museum was amazing and had cards for www.loopedyarnworks.com.

The teen and I struggled back the 4 blocks to the Metro when we saw a street sign for the shop.I couldn’t resist and we were up the stairs in search of fiber to bind books as fast as our hot legs could make it.

Here I came across a wonderful site.In the front room three knitters,including a guy were hanging out .In the back room two girls were exploring a first knitting lesson.In the corner the women’s world-cup soccer final was in the last 15 minutes of play. I picked up needles and enjoyed some free-knitting while the teen behaved just like his Grandad at any Arsenal v Tottenham “friendly”.Some things are truly genetic !

The game went to extra time and bless the staff they closed 15 minutes before so we squeezed into the door way of the Sportsbar next door to watch the final moments of the penalty shoot out.Gary Neville’s name was eventually remember as I dropped off to sleep that night.

Thing’s with stories are definitely more fun-time to explore that bag of paper from DC

Art on my sleeve

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Well cuff actually

I’ve been wearing this cuff for about a month now.Create from worn out jeans,inchie leftovers and a bit of thread from a patchwork project.One button, a scrunchie hair tie combined- I have a unique and cooling piece of wearable art.

East to West

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DC was amazing.Fantastic city.Will drip pics and experiences over the next few weeks-it will take that long.
The most amazing news was that I’ve been accepted to study fiber art at the University of Washington in the fall.
For now this is my fav image From DC.

Old Friend New Place

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I’m in Washington DC !
I gave an interview this week and talked about story-telling art.Today we explored DC and what was the first thing we came upon-a Moore sculpture.

I’m amazed to be in DC and even more pleased to see my favourite sculptor.Here’s a more traditional view tourists and cranes so strangely  like another city

Found a friend !

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Found Ginny’s piece on a Saturday morning drive through Seattle ! Brightened up my Saturday-Yes that’s Seattle and it’s sunny.Hubby was driving and got a long look from pedestrian as I got all excited, squeaking about Ginny’s pictures on her wall.

Best thing is I’ve discovered I can print images ATC sized .That opens a whole next opportunity and finally an excuse to explore our printer paper stash ( yes I have one of those too)

Not crafting in a straight line

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Earth Day Inchies Swap-Chin up Liz

So this weekend found me in Eastern Washington over the other side of the Cascades in the warm Walla Walla sun.

Perfect weekend for crafting, relaxing and eating amazing home-cooked food.I created two summer dresses for the young lady of the house.Free-knitted up my naughty supplies from Pike while the household slept in on Saturday morning into a small purse.The  inspiration can from the magazine I purchased on Thursday “Haute Handbags”.

We played with vintage crocheted dollies to make clutch bags.A nice way to remember a great Grandma.

Then I used all my dress making skills to create a a linen summer print tote and a couple of grocery bags.I left the house with one cut out next to the sewing machine for our host.Apologies to the rest of the household that all the crafting bins had been out and explored !

Girls

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So I swap creations all over the world and this little lady went to my friend E in Norway as thank you for the crochet pieces in Fantasy.I’m going to rest from female forms for a while (don’t ask why I never make guys-probably because I have enough real ones in my daily life)
Off to play with owl forms for the day 🙂

New word

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Yesterday I hosted my last Art Appreciation class with the group for this current year.Such fun to make serapes and see the class practice dancing.I will miss them and all the focus that they given me over the past year. I do have a signed photo including all their signatures -pretty cool for 1st graders.Thanks to all the Mums who have helped in the class over the year.I hope that this talented group continue to explore their art.

Birding by Ear

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This morning there was anunusual bird song in our hedge.I’ve just spent 10 minutes trying to track it down.Eventually after being still and using my eyes I caught a movement.A baby Junco fledging on the back rail begging from it Father.Will post an image of a Junco as my UK lot will have no idea what it is-one more bird species I’ve learned.

A full life

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So this is the closing page of Fantasy.I printed Aunty Katies poem onto fabric and used part of the page.This is the poem text.

Fantasy K   M

I wandered along the pathway

Far from  my little grey house

Far from the things I loved

I wanted to roam.

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I wanted to see what it felt like

To be by myself

With a land of Strange things around me

So I crept forward with stealth.

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I left my garden of sunshine

Where my favourite flowers grew

The flowers I tended daily

And I wondered if they knew.

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I wondered if I’d been dreaming

When I bade them farewell

For they all seemed to talk plainly

Though usually tis hard to tell.

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They seem to say “we will miss you’

But we understand why you go

And I turned away for it must be me

I loved them all so.

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I prayed to the dew & the sunshine,

To tend my garden well

And the snow and the frost to keep it from harm

When winter fell.

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I trundled along the pathway

To my land of strange things

They sparkled in the sunshine,

And beckon me in.

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I went because I’d no money,

And imagined myself awfully poor

I knew when I reached the city of wealth,

I’d want for money no more.

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But through money came quiet easily

My wealth was diminishing fast

For I found when inside the city

The glitter did not last.

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Though money past through my fingers,

Hundreds of pounds a day,

Yet my interest lie in my little rough spot,

A thousand miles away.

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I dreamed of my garden of sunshine,

When asleep in my city of glare,

I fancied it all choked with weeds,

Because it was needing my care.

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So I gave back my gold to the land of strange things.

And away from those pavements I hastened my steps.

Nor did I take note of the voice that called,

From the city of gaudy glitter.

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I hastened my steps to my garden

Once more my flowers to tend.

And never again

For money or fame

Will I my small plot exchange

KM