Happy New Year

to one and all who drop by from time to time to see what I am up to. To you I wish you a very creative year with only a few brief periods when there is nothing of interest on your design wall.
I have this same wish for myself because for months there has been nothing of interest on mine and I plan to rectify this very soon.

The only thing going on with me that is related to quilts is I am working on hand out material for some classes I will be teaching next week in Louisville. Someone thought teaching would be a good thing for me to do while I was in the area anyway helping to get Form Not Function the art quilt exhibit hung at the Carnegie Center for Art and History. Last year I traveled over just to hang the show on Monday of opening week but did not hang around for the opening reception on that Friday.
This year, I committed myself to hanging around a little longer and as a result picked up two days of teaching. (I am happy to say I have enough people interested that the classes are a go) So it was suggested that I add another class for Friday, since the reception doesn't start until 6:30PM (I think) at any rate with nothing else on my agenda for the day, I agreed. So back to the desk I went to produce more paper.
I know a lot of people make verbal or written resolution for themselves this time of year. I don't as a rule, but this morning I decided that I would set three goals for myself for the coming 365 days.
The first one is I will adopt a healthier way of living, which I determined for myself will be (A)) making wiser eating choices and (B) engaging in some physical activity that will increase my heart rate and hopefully burn some of the more than I need to live calories that finds their way into my mouth.
The second one focuses on the fact I love to create but I have a hard time staying on tract so if I don't have a destination for at least two to three or four of the pieces I make during a year and more important, a deadline, I divert my creative energies into other directions like knitting or I simply veg out and play free cell on the computer for hours. That said, I decided my goal for the coming year is to find at least 4 juried art shows or art quilt exhibits to submit my work to and write at least three proposals for solo exhibits in various venues that will require me to create new work using two techniques I have been looking forward to getting into more, (dye painting and screen printing).
And the last of the three: Rededicate myself to daily journaling. Every morning for years I sat down with a cup tea or coffee to drink; a pen and paper in the form of a bound book called the Everyman's Journal I get from http://www.leevalley.com/ to journal. Journaling during those years was so helpful in sorting out my life and setting daily goals. Journaling was so much a part of my life that on days when I didn't do it the day felt off . My journals were not pretty, my penmanship awful, at times unreadable almost as soon as my pen tip lifted from the page. My journals were the place I dumped everything that was bugging me. On pages after page the journal was where I parked my anger, dumped my disappointments, spilled my grief, whined, cursed and praised God and I was a better person for it. My journals were not keepers. I tossed them as soon as the last page was filled. Any insightful thoughts or ideas about my art I garnished while writing each morning was transposed to my sketch books or studio journal at the end of my journaling session. I must say some really great idea came during those journaling sessions. Because of the personal nature of my writings, I've told my children under no circumstances were they to read it, if I didn't before I drew my last breath throw away the last journal I was writing in.

Just before I moved I stopped journaling each morning. I can give you a dozen different reasons why I did, one of which was, I started blogging. But dispite me liking to blog, blogging and journaling are not the same thing. Blog entries are public thoughts that are filtered and self censored. Journal entries on the other hand if the are meant to be helpful to the person doing the journaling, should not be. However by blogging what I found was, I can free think and write much faster by typing than I can with a pen and paper. So getting to the end of this long narrative, my last goal is to is create a new blog site for myself, not connected to my current one, that will be just contain just the thoughts that have about my life and where I am in my life; a private dumping place so to speak. I haven't decided what to call it. But suffice it to say whatever I title it I'm no telling. I will use it to tract my first goal and document my progress. So you want think you will be missing anything, here is an example of what will be on my blog, Pictures of what I eat, the calorie count of what I eat, my time on the treadmill, my starting weight and my current body measurements, boring stuff, right. Right!

More than likely, the next time I post on this blog it will be from Louisville. I'll take some pictures and give you a workers view of the Form Not Function exhibit and images from my classes and my trip in general.

I don't know if Christmas would have the

the same feel for me if I was someplace warm, like Florida. For me Christmas has always meant cold weather and is it ever that around here. On Sunday with the wind chill being some where south of minus 10 I went out of the house under duress. John the grandson had to be at work at 2PM and Lyn was elbow deep in cookie dough and cup cake batter. I on the other hand was doing "nothing"
After I dropped John off at the Mall, he works at Hollister's; a California based young peoples clothing store. I was amazed at the number of cars in the lot and the number of times I had to come to a complete stop to let people cross from the sidewalk to the parking lot. Each one was laden with packages and I thought of all the years in the past that I would have been among them. Wrapped up warmly in hat, coat and gloves, trying my best to make Christmas merry for the people I love, especially the ones 4 feet tall or less. The truth about Santa is the taller they grow, the less they believed. I don't know any parent who isn't truly happy to see the end of 3 AM bottles and diaper changing duty, but we are reluctant to see the end of Santa.
My trips to the Mall for gifts have ceased. Replaced with shopping online and improving my check writing skills. There is only one person in my life who measures less than four feet and that is my youngest Grand daughter Olivia; she lives in Louisville. I assigned the purchase of Olivia's gift, from me, to her Aunt Rene'. Rene' is my youngest daughter. Despite living in Orlando Rene' sees her far more often than I do. Besides, Rene' has the ear of Santa so to speak. So I know I have selected the very best gift possible.

Although no small children live with use anymore, our house hasn't been totally without little people.

These two (Jason and Lola) and their mother (Laura) dropped in a couple of days ago and they were suitably impressed with our tree which we turned on for them to see before the timer did. They were on their best behaviour. By that I mean they looked but did not touch and ate the last slices of cheese and made sugar cookies with Lyn and sat still long enough to have their picture taken.
As I was making my way back to the house after leaving the Mall, I decided that I would be lazy and make the salad I wanted for lunch from the veggies and other stuff on the salad bar at the local market instead of fighting Lyn for counter space in the kitchen when I got home. So into the store I went in a hurry to get out of the cold, fussing every quickened step of the way. I wasn't wearing my really cold weather coat and I didn't have a pair of gloves with me.
Back in the car with the heater on high as I drove home I began thinking about what things; images, sounds, and smells says Christmas to me.

Here is my list, some with pictures and some not. There are no pictures for the sounds of the season the ringing of a bell beside a red kettle manned by one of many Salvation Army voluteers who braves the cold to help the needy. But I think my
#1. Is hearing Silent Night, Holy Night being sung. Hearing this song sung is truly my first memory of Christmas. I must have been maybe four and I was in church. I am assuming I was with my mother but I have no memory of her or the people with me, just the song being sung and candles burning.
#2 . When I was older I remember fruit at Christmas time. Oranges and especially tangerines. But its the tangerines, juicy and sweet, more than the oranges that does it for me.

#3. And so does Ribbon candy.

Does anyone remember those pre-packaged plastic mesh stockings or how old you were when you first heard the story, "The Night Before Christmas" read? I remember the first, but not the second.

#4. And then there are poinsettias. They came into my life way way long after childhood. But for me Christmas would not be Christmas without at least one pot of them and truth be told the more, the bigger, the better. I remember for years I brought several pot to support the Hemophilia Society, but don't know if it is active here in Columbia.

#4. And a bowl full of assorted nuts that have to be cracked. Despite them saying Christmas, they stay around as long or longer than the maligned, even by some cursed


#5. Fruit cake


I have to admit, I love fruit cake and must be one of a very few people in the world who does. But what do you do with nuts that never grow stale unlike a fruit cake which can be put down the disposal on or about January 15th without guilt.

#6 Nativity sets especially ones crafted by artist moreso than the mass producted ones, but any of them commemorates the reason for our day of celebration.
#7 Angels some of which never get put away
#8 Santa's, Old Saint Nick's, and Father Christmas's. My daughter collects Santa's and here are a few of them.

#9 A bowl of spicy hot chili and tamales on Christmas eve . I remember one Christmas eve being allowed to go with my father to the "Walnut Street Chili Palor" to bring home our Christmas eve treat. The chili and tamales were packed in white carry-out boxes with metal handle and each order came with oyster crackers. I was pleasantly surprised to find out years later that chinese take-out came in the same kind of box.

#10 Stars, the five pointed ones as well as the six pointed Star of David
#11 A lighted tree no matter how modest or grand
#12 For some reason I have never been fond of the movie It's a Great Life, but I am a sucker for Babe's in Toy Land, the original one with Laurel and Hardy.
# 13 The ballet, The Nutcracker. Didn't know how much I loved ballet as a dance form until I saw Mikhail Baryshnikov moving across the stage. As I neared home I thought my list could go one for at least a few more items, but as I turned the corner and saw our house I stopped with the best.

#14 A place to call home, and people who love you.

From our house to your, Happy Holidays, Season's Greetings, Merry Christmas

I had a "I'm going to the movies day" today

It's been awhile since I've done so, mainly because there hasn't been any movies that have peeked my interest. Today I can not say I was overly enthused about going out. A winter weather advisory had been issued for our area. (freezing rain, changing to snow) it just was that Lyn was having people in for a meeting about which I didn't ask and had no interest in sticking around to find out. And I figured if I could get home before dark, I could beat the rain. The temperature for the last several days has been in the mid to upper 50's and surely I thought the temperature wouldn't drop fast enough to cause the roadways to free in a few hours.

So out the door I went to see two movies, the newest 007 flick and Australia.

I enjoyed both very much. The Bond movie was fast paced and I do like the new Bond, he's ever so much more manly than all of the other Bond actors have been. I didn't miss the more debonair air of the others.

Australia was set in a time just before Pearl Harbor. It was far the most part a predictable love and hero saves the day story , however the writers interwove a second story line that chronicled the Australian social issues of the time. It's always good to learn some history along with your popcorn and soda. Both of which cost nearly as much as the two movie tickets together.

The rain began to fall just as I left the theater and began freezing on the car as I turned into the subdivision.

Living with a Sweetist

is both a pleasure and a curse. A curse because while my taste for food left me for a few days, my nose was operating without difficulty. So for days I laid abed hearing the sounds of baking and smelling as a result of the activity the wonderful aromas that came from the kitchen the last five - six days; mid morning to late night. Lyn has always said of herself that she is not creative or artistic. I beg to differ. While she does not like things that remotely relate to the domestic, she is curious and inventive and determined to master that which she is interested in. And like artist of all stripes she has acquired all the tools of the trade/craft. While I have shelfs pn my side of the garage to hold my art supplies, on her side she has shelves too which hold all the overflow stuff required for baking.
I am an artist, Lyn is a sweetist.
She loves to bake sweet stuff especially cakes and thinks it fun to make sugary flowers to decorate her cakes with. She loves to make specialty cookies of all kinds. even the plain sugar cookie get jazzed up with colored sugars and artfully drizzled icing.
And has she been making cookies. Dozens of them. Cookies I can not eat. Cookies I am allergic to because of the wheat,
So as not to make me feel neglected she told me, she was making me buckeyes. Let me tell you, buckeyes are the most deadly delicious things she could have tempted me with. Right now after having eaten two of them I wish I was allergic to dark chocolate and peanut butter in combination with sugar and butter. ALL FATTENING beyond belief, but wonderfully wonderful followed by a glass of cold milk.

One pillow down. five to go. Goal to get them done in time to ship to arrive at the Grand son's place by Christmas

I made this with an envelope closure on the back so the cover can be removed and laundered when soiled.

As far as my cough and snotty nose goes, yesterday I gave up and went to the Doctor's office at Lyn's urging, but like the tooth ache that disappears as soon as your butt is in the dentist chair or the washing machine that come back to life when the repair man knocked on the front door, (another story for another day) most of my sinus symptoms had dissipated to the extent that the doctor didn't do anything for me but ask of I had had a flu shot yet and now that I am 65 Medicare would pay for a pneumonia shot. Both of which I declined. For some reason I felt I was being sold what I hadn't come there to buy. Had I wanted a flu or pneumonia shot I would have made an appointment. That said, I know there or those who do need to be told about these things. I'm not one of them.

While I was out and about yesterday I severed my last legal link to Kentucky. I have for all intent and purpose been a Missourian for 2 plus years. And now I at last have a Missouri drivers license.

I went to get my drivers license changed about a month after I moved here, but didn't when I learned what the requirements for doing so were and I rebelled for a time. The post 9/11 requirements of having to present your birth certificate, proof of address and in the case of a married woman her marriage license to prove her name change or a Passport even when you have a valid license from another state just sent me into a stubborn mindset that lasted until about two weeks ago when I realized my Kentucky license would expire on 11/30/2008. Because I wanted to drive legally, and board airplanes I had no choice but to produce my Passport and present proof of my current address to the licensing office. So I took several pieces of correspondence with me as proof , but because I vote they verified my address through voter registration records. I gave the State of Missouri $20.00. Looked in a viewfinder for a combo vision and road sign recognition test. Moved to another chair as instructed to sit very briefly in front of a blue screen for my picture and then to wait in the fourth chair I occupied while there for less than 3 mintes more. All total , 20 minutes. My plasticized drivers license says its valid until November 2015. I hope there is no long tale to tell about getting it renewed then. ha!

Seven days ago I was humming

Six days ago I was coughing my head off.
Five days ago despite the cough I was putting the final touches on the house for the holidays which included decorating and supervising the youngest grandson as he hung the wreath over the fireplace after which I took to my bed, downed a few pills and thinking tall grandsons are a blessing. A blessing I didn't consider as such when I was trying to keep them fed, or they seemed to out grow their clothes between one wash day and the next.
Four days ago despite feeling like snot and thinking I was having one hell of an allergy attack I helped Lyn prepare dinner for 12 guest that we served buffet style. Lyn and I made 14 so that meant assorted china, glassware and getting out a card table so all could be seated.
Our guest began to arrive at 4PM after all of them and Lyn had attended a play.
Cooking for so many is a lot of work. But all in all it was fun having them.
Our guest left at eight and I went to bed.
Three days ago, I got up long enough to hand wash the wine glasses and other glassware that had belonged to my great-grandmother that I don't trust to the dishwasher and that was the last time I was upright and on my feet longer than it took to go to the bathroom or to the kitchen to get something cold to drink with lots of ice.
Two days ago I thought I was getting better so I cancelled the doctors appointment I made when feeling my worst on Monday. I also discovered the benefits to be had from using a Nitti pot as seen and demostrated by Dr Oz on and Ophra espisode. .
One day ago, late in the afternoon, food began to taste like food again.
Today, I am having thoughts of starting on the six decorator pillows I promised to make for my middle grandson for Chirstmas and his birthday since they are so close together.
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Eight years ago I began collecting angels created by Judy Murphree expressly for Hospice as a fund raiser. Because I had not purchased one since moving to Missouri I went on line to see if any new ones had been created and I found three that I did not have. In discovering this I also came across an article that reported that the artist was ill and was closing her studio. I was saddened to learn this. She created 13 angels and I have twelve of them now. I'm missing angel #1 and since they all were limited editions the likelihood of me finding it is slim to nil, but there is always hope.
I thought at first that I would use them only as Christmas tree ornaments but thoughts of putting them away and out of sigh for most of the year didn't set well with me so they hang, year round, evenly spaced from hooks in my studio above the window.

Oh Christmas tree

oh Christmas tree, --la la --la la-- la-- la la...

I woke at 3:30 this morning humming this song. Waking at 3:30 is not unusual for me, it an age thing... however waking at 3:30 AM humming is. Generally I wake with quilt ideas in my head or list of things to do in the mornings, but never before humming. I'm blaming it on the season and the fact that I was up and down the ladder; bending and stooping to unload the tree trimming boxes and staying busy for most of the day before I got all of the angels, Santa's and pine cones placed through out the great room. It has taken me several days to decorate the hall, (great room and foyer) mainly because I enjoy doing it and I really didn't feel the need to rush through it. Truth to tell I rather like the Zen like task of making 6 dozen or so gold bows which was accomplished unhurriedly over the last two days.

As I was humming myself back to sleep after a trip to the potty, I began thinking of all the Christmas trees that have graced my life through the years and in doing so I did not recall a single year when I didn't love the Christmas season, the decorations and the tree when it was done.

I was a child during the years when most of the major retail stores had animated decoration in their windows for the holidays. Children of today have no clue what they have missed, unless they happen to live in a city like New York where I believe Macy still does it holiday windows. I was fortunate in another way too. We lived 5 blocks from a large Sears store. In my youth I recall spending hours with my nose pressed against the large corner window peering in and being throughly entertained. The windows were up as I best remember shortly after Thanksgiving until a day or two after the New Year.

Of course too, when I was a child our house always had a well decorated tree and smelled of the season. There were bowls of fresh fruit nuts in the shell and hard candy, but no fresh flowers or stocking hung from the fireplace because our house did not have a fireplace. But our shoes left under our beds were filled with coins; that I later learned when I was much older, were left for us not by elves or Santa, but by our Uncle Jack. But best of all during the holidays was the smell of a freshly cut pine tree.

The trimming of our Christmas tree, like the cooking of the Thanksgiving dinner was what my Father AWAYS DID. We all grew up knowing that it was Dad's tree. We knew not to ask to help because we wouldn't be allowed.
Oh we did get to add the tinsel when I was nearly 12 years old, one strand at a time but only when my Dad had finished what I always thought was the fun parts; stinging the light, hanging the pretty ornaments and placing the angel atop the tree. To this day, I still dislike tinsel on tree. The benefit of being an adult is you don't have to use it.

Growing up our Christmas trees from the time when I can first recall the memories of them were decorated for adults, or rather for my Father, not the children. It was a look but don't touch thing that stood in front of the window in our living room year after year.

When I grew up and became a wife and mother and the maker of the home I wanted I finally got to decorate a tree. Except for the first two trees that were decorated with passed on to me from my Grandmother Christmas ornaments, Starting the year my oldest son was 2, I began decorating our trees with the children in mind.

There were toy solders some years. Or lots of candy canes another year. One year I did a tree mainly of ginger snap cookies in holiday shapes that I spend hours sitting with a large bore needle punching holes in the cookies so I could add tiny red ribbon to hang them by. I remember fondly that by the end of the season the tree was denuded of cookies at the level the kids could reach. All pulled off by little hands and eaten.

But as the children grew the tree began to chance and it became more fru-fru-ed and adulterly done.




Now with all my kids long grown and the grand boys following suit bows have replaced cookies. Baby breath some years was used instead of candy cane. This year ribbons have won out over garland made of popcorn. Last year Lyn reluctantly let go of her collection of Sesame Street character ornaments. She sent them off to the home of a friend with small children, hopefully to charm and cheer. This year Lyn and I looked wistfully at the collection of Dr Susses Cat in the Hat, hats and the Grinch's pointed toe shoes we couldn't part with last year, but now know that from this year forward they no longer have a place on the trees in our house.

This year we have gone GOLD. Gold ribbon done up in bows, gold balls both shiny and matte and, gold stars. Touches of red in the form of holly berries abound. All very adult-ish, ... but as pretty as it all is, there is something missing... and I know what it is... as I sit satisfied with a job nearly complete, I look about the almost too perfectly done room and wistfully remember and miss the sound of laughter made my small children and grand children who in wide eyed amazement stood transfixed gazing at the lighted trees in my past.

It's all about the joy given to others that makes all the work one does for Christmas worth the effort.

The first snow of the season

began late last evening after a brief period of rain. The weather report is: it will continue off and on until tomorrow morning with little or no accumulation on the roadways. Just heavy wet white stuff covering the grass.
Seeing it sure puts me in the mood for Christmas.
Speaking of moods, I was nicely surprised when I got home Friday night, Lyn had begun putting up holiday decoration on the outside of the house. Which heretofore never consisted of more than a wreath on the door and large ornaments hanging from the empty plant shepherd hooks. Lighted candles on the inside window sill could be considered part of outside decoratingnin a way. This year will be different. This year there are lights and lighted stuff. Stuff like those cute spiral trees, big ones and small ones and reindeer. One large deer and a small animated one. The bushes were draped in twinkling lights and a new red bow hangs on the front door.
For many years I have oogled and envied other people's lighted houses but never wanted the chores of doing it myself. I am so happy that Lyn finds this to be fun. And I have no more lighted house envy. Although I know I will still go out and drive through the neighborhood to look at all the other houses.

I guess Lyn, John the grandson and I have come to a comfortable division of labor here in this house in the two years we have lived together. (My how the time has flown.) For all intent and purpose the inside belongs to me and all the decision about the decor maintenance and up keep is up to me. So once more it is time for me to deck the hall with poinsettas, bows and holly. Although I am quite handy, I can not do what I once did, so all maintenance and labor is hired out. Lyn does the shopping for groceries and other house hold stuff. Shopping is a chore and I dislike groceries shopping more than anything. Luckily I never had to do it. My late hubby loved going to the market and he considered clipping coupons part of the task.
I cook or order in except on Sunday's when Lyn does the cooking or the ordering in. Everyone does their own laundry, bedroom and bath. This works for us.
Another thing awaited me on my arrival home and that was all the inside decoration including the nine foot Christmas tree in its box had been brought down from the over the garage storage room by John and Lyn. The tree is standing upright but not trimmed. I need to make new gold bows to be used as the topper.
I'll get to it in a few minutes, right now I am sitting in my art space looking out the window at the flakes falling from a grey sky.....
Maybe the bows and the tree trimming will get put off until tomorrow in favor of a cup of tea and a little knitting to try out my new double pointed needles and my newly acquired red Panda Silk yarn.

My 36 hour trip and and the tales thereof

I arrived in Louisville on Thursday literly in time to have dinner. James, my baby brother picked me up at the airport at 2:25PM and we drove to the church whose gathering room we had borrowed for the occasion. When dinner was done I spent some time at my Mom's house sitting and talking to her and my youngest sister Vivian and her youngest daughter Ochia before they dropped me off at the Hotel where I stayed the night.
Ochia is in the tenth grade and is taking a photography class. Here she is holding her grandfather's camera. My Dad was a camera "NUT" he owned dozens of them and only brought the best. I have a brother who loves old camera but as collectible items. He did not get my Dad's shutterbug tendencies and neither did I, But Ochia never stopped clicking the entire day and says she loves taking pictures.
While I was in Louisville for 27 hours, I became part of the Black Friday crowd. Being out and amongst the Christmas shoppers wasn't what I had planned, but my friend Kathy Allen who has lost weight (she's trying with diet and exercise). Said everything she owns, just hangs on her and she needed something a little festive to wear to a wedding that day and to the reception immediately following. So she drove into the city and picked me up at the Hotel and we went out into the throngs. Our first stop at Catherine's; a woman's clothing store wasn't bad. But when we tried to get into Macy's. That was quite a different story. The parking lot was full and we joined the parade of cars that circled the lot until we happened upon someone pulling out. After all that we didn't have any luck finding what she had in mind to wear. Back to the car we went.
From the bank parking lot adjacent to Macy's I was passed off to my other friend named Kathie and we drove back into the city to meet up with my grandson Justin and Callie, his girl friend to have lunch at a very nice and locally owned Third Street Cafe. My new love in food is tomato basil soup and Greek salads which I can't seem to get enough of. I was happy to see both on their menu and that's what I ordered.
Several weeks ago I had promised Callie and Justin that I would make them some throw pillows for their sofa, chaise combo. So with about 3-1/2 hours before my flight, we met Callie at Hancock's Fabrics after she dropped Justin off at work to select her fabric. I will be making a total of six pillows for them, 2-27", 2-24" and 2-20". I had forgotten that on Friday after Thanksgiving Hancock has a great percent off sale. So the fabric was nicely priced. I didn't think to buy sewing machine needles to add to my own supplies, drat, double drat!!
From there and with about 2 hours before my flight we went to a yarn shop called Sophies. Let me add Sophies is the friendliest place. I was hugged and patted and told I had been missed.
My friend Kathie Klueber has falling in love with knitted lace patterns so she was in search of some yarn to make a shoulder wrap and I was just looking.
I knit, but I'm not passionate about it and I really don't need more yarn. Plus I was traveling with a knitting project so I didn't need another project to keep me entertained while waiting at the airport or in flight.
But I CAN NOT RESIST COLOR. Let me tell you - a yarn shop is the right place to be if you are all about color as I am. Color was everywhere and there was the added benefit of good conversation, seeing quite by chance another old friends and you can touch and squeeze the yarn until your heart's content.
Ahhh!
Good thing it was the end of the month and my discretionary spending budget had taken a hit with my last minute decision to go to Louisville for dinner otherwise I would have been tempted into doing some damage to my checking account. However...
I did pick two balls of yarn and a set of the short 4" double pointed needles used to make sock and mittens.
Almost two years ago I gave away my collection of double pointed needles. I prefer to knit socks the magic loop way with one circular needle. But those who knit are like those who quilt. We see something new and we just have to try it.

I'll let you know how I and these little short needles get along.

The Thanksgiving Tradition

Gibson style. Neither my Mother or Father had a large immediate family, (both my Mom and Dad were the youngest of three) He had two sister and she, two bothers. But from a time before I can remember my Mom and Dad hosted the family's Thanksgiving day dinner. Relatives from near and far would gather at our house to eat turkey and duck and all the trimmings that my father cooked. My Mom was in charge of the sweet stuff. The pies and the cakes, the cookies for the kids, but the main event was all my father's doing. He made the best oyster dressing.
As the years went by and the family grew. (there were nine of us kids) New sons and daughter by marriage and the children born added to the numbers. Soon the growing number of Aunts and Uncles and Cousins, both first and second and some who just claimed to be had Mom looking for larger and larger places to host the meal. As time went by all the adult children, (my siblings and in laws) began to pitch in with the making of the meal (pot luck style) of course my Mom was the one who assigned the dishes or other responsibilities; such as the ice and the soda drinks or the alcoholic drinks for the adults and the parching of the pumpkin pie to some and cranberries to other. As the family grew so did the menu. I always made the sweet potatoe casserole. That was until two years ago when I moved. This year, I contributed a Honey Baked Ham. At times in the past there have been upwards of 100 in attendance who could lay claim to being a Gibson or having married one or being just the current love interest of one of us. And once a Gibson, always a Gibson, so even divorced spouses remain dear, feel welcomed and participate. This year along with the joy of seeing those who I get to see only at this time of the year I was also a little sad. The older members of the family are slowly leaving us but their memory remains.
Here is a photo of one of our elders; my Aunt Helen, the oldest sister of my late father'. and to balance it out here is a picture of one of the youngest in attendance this year.
The family is still growing. And the meal is still as grand a feast as it ever was.

Clarity gained from where I sat

or my current thinking as it comes to creating new work.
If you have been reading my blog the last few months you know I have not created ANYTHING. The stuff I did in the workshops I have attended don't count.
During the latter part of the Summer and into the early days of Autumn, I have been studying g and thinking and trying once again to feel comfortable in my art space. For the past few months I haven't felt that me and my space were working cooperatively.
a couple of days ago as I was sitting with my laptop open using the table behind my sewing machine in my art space as a desk, I realized why.
Sometimes last spring I moved the position of my sewing machine from facing my design wall

to where I was sitting at the sewing machine with my back to it.
This change in position was prompted mostly by the fact that I was creating whole cloth quilts that were either dye painted or screen printed and not ones that required construction and visualizing on a design wall and I wanted a better view of the outdoors. Neither one of those techniques require me to compose on the wall, rather all the design work I did was worked out on pages in my studio journal or on any old piece of paper I could put my hands on quickly when an idea struck.

When I got down working on new whole cloth compositions I was very comfortable sitting facing the back of my sewing machine and once again looking at a blank design wall. At the time I did not think that where I sat had anything to do with my ability to work or my ability to create easily at the time. But looking back, it did.

Looking and thinking about it , during that time when I was making whole cloth works, I really did like sitting with my back to the design wall. From that position I had a better view of the garden outside my art space window. I had some place to rest my eyes when quilting for long stretches and at that point in the process seeing my work on the great room wall had no influence on what I was doing.
Back in my old spot, where I sit facing the design wall what I see is the part of the house that is the garage. Not very interesting or inspiring.

But on the other hand the wall it is not distracting either. From my old spot, the same was true when I looked about the house from that position . (facing the design wall)
Nothing distracting there either. If I should see some dust that needs removing, when I am working , thought of getting up to do something to rectify that is easily shoved to the far reaches of my consciousness without effort.
I have a friend. Her name is Marti. She advocates having your work hung in your house so that you can see it and learn and grow from your exposure to it. This house, more so than any other place I have lived, gives me great places to hang my work which falls in nicely with Marti's belief. Her thoughts are all well and good... if the work is seen only as you are passing by it on the way to some other place in the house, like from the bedroom to the kitchen or from the bedroom and down the hall to the garage.
In this house I could open my own gallery. There are so many long expanses of walls where work can hang and be seen on occasion. Right now, there is a fairly large piece in the eating area of the kitchen. I currently have three good size pieces on the foyer wall. There are the three pieces you can see in the great room. One piece on the hall wall facing my bathroom door and two pieces in the hall leading to the garage. One at the end of the hall you can't miss is looking in that direction, the other is more visible if you leave the kitchen through the doorway to that hall. If the desire strikes I could hang a couple more pieces in the hallway to the grand boys bedrooms. Naaah!!!

There really is such a thing as overkill.

With all that said, the conclusion I have come to is that it is not good for me to look at my work all the time which is what I was doing before I changed the position of the sewing machine cabinet and the table behind it.

Seeing my work as I am creating; I find I am influenced toomuch by fabirics and the color scheme I've used in them. I am fighting so hard to keep from doing the same things again that I currently have the worse case of creators blocked ever. You see when I can see without effort my work, the visions of my previous work is all I can see in my mind, which leaves no room for other visions to come reside in my head.
Not only is my work being totally influential by past works at this point. All the clutter that is part of my work wall was distracting me too, I came to realize. There is way too much visual clutter that I never saw when my back was to it.
I think the most important thing one needs to know about yourself is knowing yourself. By that I mean, I know what it is I like and dislike, where I am comfortable and why. I know that visual order and calm is part of what makes me more creative and that visual clutter and disorder does my creative mind in.
As you can see from how long my blog entries tend to be. I have never found a blank page intimidating and now I know for sure that I find a blank design wall a challenge and is definitely my way of getting to new work.
Before I began packing a small carry on bag for my quick trip to Louisville tomorrow just to have Thanksgiving dinner with my Mom I sat down at my sewing machine and stared at my blank design wall aah!!!! I am so glad I moved my sewing table back to where it was. I am hoping the desire to work is still strong in me when I return home on a flight that will have back in Columbia in time for a late supper and sleeping in my own bed on Friday night. This trip I should have time to see a couple of friends on Friday morning, maybe do a little shopping for thread at my favorite store, especially since I got an e-mail announcing a 25% off sale that begins at 8:00 AM. My grandson Justin invited me to have lunch with him.
Heres wishing you a great Thanksgiving and if breaking the wish bone is part of your holiday tradition, I hope you get the largest share.

The Booneslick Quilt Guild bi-annual

quilt show opened today. My daughter Lyn and I made our way leisurely through it at about 1:30 pm. It was comfortably crowded and we were told that we had selected the right time slot to come. They said it was very busy earlier in the day.

I love traditional quilts. I cut my quilt making teeth on them, so to speak. But haven't made one in a long long time. Just remembering how much I enjoyed hand quilting my quilting finger, you know the one you put your thimble on, got a little twitchy when I passed by a quilt put up in a frame with chairs placed on either side, just waiting for someone to sit down and put in some stitches. I held my right hand tight and had Lyn laughing when I told her to look out, there may be a big quilting frame sitting in the middle of the living room in a few days with me sitting there instead of putting up the Christmas tree.

I have yet to make myself a quilt for my bed and really have no plans to do so. Because it would take a burning desire and an irresistible pattern in colors that make my heart sing, at this time in my life to get me to sit and quilt a king size quilt by hand, for that is the only kind I want to sleep under. You see I am a bed quilt snob.

There is nothing like a cheery 1930's style pastel quilt or the charm of a traditional quilt made of red and white school house blocks. This one reminded me of the first time I saw one way back in 1983 or 84 at the Vermont Quilt Festival. I believe this block is still that show's logo. I didn't find any quilt that had the look of an Amish quilt, another favorite style of mine, but here are three of the ones that I liked best in the show. The first shot is just looking down one of the aisles.

The show has grown since I first attended during one of my earliest visits to see Lyn soon after she had moved to Columbia, MO six plus years ago. There were more vendors and more quilts this year than in the past.

It amazes me that no matter how much stuff I have for quilt making there is always something a litter "newer" to be found at a quilt show and since I haven't attended one of the major shows in a very long time; there's no telling what goodies I've been missing. In all honestly I tried not to look too hard as I made my way around the show floor, but I couldn't miss seeing a square up ruler that was being made and marketed by a local shop owners son. (local as in a shop in the state of Missouri a little southeast of Kansas City) as opposed to from elsewhere. I brought one and I brought a ruler rack. The ruler rack was from another vendor who was selling hand made wooden items including some very well crafted mirrors.

You know the type of ruler rack I'm talking about. A finished piece of wood with groves to sit your various size rulers in.... in an organized manner. Had thought of getting one on numerous occasions but didn't. It was only $10.00 for the largest one so I couldn't pass it up.

Now where oh where can I find an unoccupied horizontal surface in my art space large enough to put it.

Now that I know more people in Columbia, it was very nice to run into so many of them and say hello to those I haven't seen in a while.

Why did I like this quilt. Can't you guess....... It has flowers lots of flowers.

You might not think of me as a fru, fru kind of gal, but I can see this one on my bed, if only it was king size and it was hand quilted as many of them in the show were.

An uninspiring day

is taking shape. The clouds have rolled in and the wind is kicking up. Yesterday was sunny but today is just yuck! I am sitting at the work table in my art space looking out the window watching several men busying about laying sod at the nearly completed and last house to be build in our court. For most of the last few months I have paid scant attention to it. I think mainly because on the hanger below hung the most luscious plants all summer. (I changed the plant about three times this past growing season.)

But now that the last one of the season is gone I am left with a gaping hole through which my eye is drawn and I am now noticing the house. One strange thing thou, is the metal thingies on top of the house. Yes... there really are more than one. If you look hard you can see the very tip most of the second one. Lyn and I both thought them strange when they first appeared and we haven't t gotten past our first assessment.

No other house in our subdivision to our knowledge has a roof adornment. And stranger still, they remind both of us of the twin spires at Churchill Downs in Louisville, KY. The home of the Kentucky Derby. As you know, or might not, Louisville or rather in an eastern suburb of that city where I lived until a little over two years ago.

The picture below was taken yesterday. Looking out the window today I see that the tractor is gone and the sod is down, a tree has been planted but the side walk has not been poured. I wonder how long it will be before we have new neighbors.

The only thing I am doing that is quilt related today is putting away all the stuff I packed for the workshop and changing out some quilts on the walls. The other stuff that I need to do today, like change my bed linens and the laundry you don't need to read about.

Day five and done

No matter how much fun or knowledge gained in a workshop come day five you are ready to have it end. And so it was with this workshop. The saying that "you can always learn something new" held true with this experience. For one I learned how to put a sleeve on a completed quilt, entirely by machine. No hand stitching. Linda the instructor wasn't sure I could do it with my work since I use more layers than she but I made a test sandwich with batting and felt, quilted it heavily and it worked. I also learned her way of finishing the edge of a fiber art piece with couched four ply yarn that was different from ways I have seen before. I have to see if Janome makes a cording foot for my machine if I want to finish edges like she does in the future. Dang.... There is always some thing else to buy for the sake of our art.
It was fun seeing what every one else in the group was doing with the assignments we were given and I found I was taken with this piece made by Donna, (don't ask me her last name) in the workshop. I like her use of multiple black and white prints and her flower. But show me a flower I haven't liked and when you do I'll tell you the world as I know it is ending. Her piece is a work in progress ... in need of a stem from the vase to the bud for starters ... but she seemed pleased with it at this stage and I am looking forward to its completion.

This is the view of the room from by work station. I am still amazed at the number of Bernina sewing machine in classes I either teach or take. I have never found that love of them in my artist heart or soul and much prefer my Janome.
We all look hard at work here and we were quiet. After 4 days of each other we had come to a consensus of music we liked and it was playing softly in the background for most of this day. Another plus that made the five days work really well was lunch was brought into us each day by my dear daughter Lyn who printed out the menus for several local restaurants and told us each day which one she was going to. She would collected our selections, pick up and returned our lunch orders to us. She kept us stocked with chips, cookies, cupcakes, Cokes both regular and diet, ice and sweetened ice tea. No muss, no fuss. Just Great!

One day when playing around with thickened dyes I did this little piece that had some areas that did not work but others sections that really spoke to me. I love trees. For months I kept it folded on one of my work tables in my art space trying to decide if it was to become anything more than just a piece of fabric. So on day five I decided to cut out the bad spots and make this little composition. So now I am wondering if I can make something similar but larger and still retain the feeling I get from this small piece. Hummmm.

on day four

we were quite busy. There was show and tell of the work we had completed so far. We were treated to a presentation by Linda of 20 or more of her pieces. Linda is the one on the left in the photos and seated.

 

 

 

 

on day three

the emphasis was on color and how to control it. We were instructed to make there small copositions. One to read as yellow, one blue and the third primarily blue. How did I do?

 

 

 

on day two

we made our own fabric by using soy wax, Seta color paint and found objects, like potato mashers and donut cutters. THIS WAS TOO MUCH WAS FUN. Not sure what I will do with the fabric, but FUN!!!