Hello,
I missed doing a posting last week because I was off at Quilt Canada with the New Your Quilt Consortium. I caught the bus and rode along with 54 other quilts five hours to Ottawa. Regina and Liz shared the trip with me. It was peasant and we really caught up. There was a second bus from NY and we knew lots of gals on that bus too and had dinner with  several of  them.

Then on Friday, off to the show. We shopped of course and then went to the National Juried show. There were lots of very impressive works. I really liked the mix of hand and machine work on this Cherry Blossom Triptych.(Close up)

This work by Daniela Tiger, “Where are We Going from Here” about emigration was very thought provoking.   This is a close up too.   The machine drawing is wonderful and the paint work is strong.

 

 

I really liked all the wonderful machine work on this face.  “Arborist: Tree Spirit” got my vote for best of show.

 

 

 

 

 

This “Exotic Fathered Friends”was a great study in Machine work and painting.

 

 

 

 

 

I enjoyed the mixing of media in this work “ My Tribute to Indigenous Powwow Dancers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All the ribbon  work and beading was stitched to the background before it was quilted together.

 

Thousands of pieces of fabric where used in “Technicolor Dream Parrot” by Roxanne Nelson. It was a visual feast and we ran out of gas before we visited all the works.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We ordered out Chinese at the hotel the second night.   This is dinner with Bev,  Joyce  , Liz, Regina and Terry.   We laughed a lot and fell into bed exhausted.

 

 

 

Day 2 we visited the QSDS  Metamorphose show. It too had a lot wonderful work.

I was delighted so see this felt work as apart of this show.     Wonderful hand dyed stuff too.

We went home on the bus very tired with our treasures that eve.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Liz and I got back on track to doing our weekly  dyeing again and this is what the line looked like on our first run.

 

 

 

I really liked this little piece of Liz’s work.

 

 

 

 

 

Progress Report: Into It –Geza Series.   This work is 41.5″ w X 35″ l. I did the last of the quilting and bound it before I went off to Canada. This is the first one in based on the  Car Wash.

Rosalie really helped me with the quilting on this project. I had not thought of using double needle for this work, but I think it helps.

 

 

Heat – Geza Serious.   I am quilting away on this work and will soon be ready to all the silk paper to the piece. I will stitch it down by hand.

 

 

Old and New , Purple and Blue This work got a lot of attention on the bus. I finished all the purple blocks and made all the nine patches. Now I am adding the sashing and will begin the final assembly this week.

Scarf Liz purchased this bit of commercial Cant-ha to make a scarf. I did the assembly with the twist in it so I have a mobious strip.

 

 

 

 

Jacket I observed Victoria’s blue jean jacked with a panel sewn on the back when we went to Ohio. In my search this week for a fabric this week I came across this beautiful bit of Shobori and though I would add it to my own jacket. It now has a good home.

Handwork Shirt Having finished the hand work on the blue squares I needed a new project. So I pulled out this shirt that I had purchased in Florida earlier this spring. I will keep adding the distorted blanket stitches to the shirt until it feels finished.

 

 

 

Childhood Memories: Homes
My childhood was full of moving. My parents were always finding better jobs and moving to new locations. Be cause they were teachers that also meant that summers also included living in different locations. This also meant building new houses and I have lots of great memories of that activity, but I will include them another time.
I will try to cover them in time order. My fist memory is of the house in Ainsworth,  Iowa. It was a simple four rooms and a bath set up and my brother Gene was born there. Mom saved every thing and I even have the recite for the lumber for that house $350.00. I remember too that they did not build a barrier in the closets- back to back – between the two rooms and we could run through the hanging clothes into there room and jump onto their bed when we hear them in the mornings. Dad was an English teacher there and basketball coach. I got to be the mascot and at half time I sat in my little purple skirt and white sweater on the center of the court while the cheer leaders did there thing around me.

Dad got a job as a principal in Columbus Junction, Iowa and we moved. This time they purchased a house were the basement was built into a hill and with Grandpa Howard’s help built the main floor on top while the first school year went on and we slowly moved up stairs. I stared kindergarten while we lived in that house. The city park was our view from the front room and as kids we spent a lot of time there.

The summer I was seven, Dad got a job as a temporary ranger for the summer in Yellowstone National Park. My parents burrowed a air stream trailer that they pulled out and back with our yellow and white Ford. We did not have electricity that summer and only had fresh meet and milk on the night after we went to West Thumb( no longer there) to the store. I remember sleeping in the front room of that trailer and watching the full moon one night line up with the circular window in the door and listen to the coyotes howling.

Our next move was to Carroll Iowa where I started third grade. Again we lived in the basement that Dad, Grandfather and twin high school boys built into a hill the summer before school started. We actually lived in an apartment for the summer. It was across the street from the city park and both Gene and I took swimming lessons there. Gene started Kindergarten and Mom went back to work for the school as a seventh and eight grade science teacher.

Our next home was again a temporary summer Ranger Job for Dad in Tetons National Park at Colter Bay Campground this time. They provided housing and we had electricity. We spent the summer in a army surplus tent with a wooden floor, wood stove and screen door. Mom made a birthday cake in the electric fry pan that she brought with us. We did have to walk/run to the bathroom in the camp ground though.

We continued to live in the house in Carroll in the winter and we went off to Greeley Colorado so my parents could work on there Master’s degrees. We lived in a much nicer trailer that had two bed rooms. Gene and I both went to summer school that summer. We played with kids in the park in the afternoons. The girl and I played dolls. Barbie was popular by that time, but my little doll of choice was Betsy Mc Call. Her legs bent and she could set in chairs.

Dad Graduated from the University of Iowa and he and Mon got jobs at Ball State University in Muncie, Indiana. That was the only house that they did not build them selves. But they did choose the lot and arranged the floor plan to suit us. We moved in there and I started eight grade. Gene was at the local elementary and for the fist time we did not go to the same building for school. My parent shared that house until their divorce in 1973.

Childhood Memories: Dad’s Office
Fathers’s day is Sunday. In thinking about him I have wonderful memories to share
We moved the year I was six and ready to begin Kindergarten. Dad took his first job as a High School principal in Columbus Junction Iowa. I remember going to his office. The Superintendent was across the hall and there was a huge grandfather clock that fascinated me in the hall. I was really hypnotized by the hug pendulum and I love the chimes. Dad’s office had a clerking floor that even made sound when I walked across it. I remember setting in Dad’s chair and my head was barley above the desk top. There was a closet in the back of the office that held the candy that they sold at sporting events. There was also on the back of the door to that closet a big wooden paddle. It was larger then I was tall. I had always know that Dad meant business when he talked- but this really reinforced that in my young mind. It Dad gave me a Milkyway from that closet when we left because I had been so good. Later he sat me down at home and we had a serious talk about behavior. Dad said I was getting too old to spank, but I was still responsible for my actions and there would be other punishments if I needed them. We had other variations on the responsibility talk as I grew up.

Gardening with Dad
Every place we lived Dad had a garden. I recall the second spring in the house in Columbus Junction and watching him use the spade to turn over the ground. I sat near the strawberry bed and he uncovered a carrot that had survived the winter in the ground. He wiped it off on his pants and told me I could eat it. I backed a bit”Its still dirty” I said. “Aw,” he replied and wiped it a second time. “Don’t you know you have to eat a cubic acre of dirt before it will kill you?”, as he tried yet again. I took the carrot and took a small bit from the cleaner end- it tasked OK. Dad smiled and said “That’s my girl- my Carrie berry bin” -And I got my first and favorite nick name. As Dad was always teaching he explained about nick names when I asked him. This one is a sign of “endearment “ he told me and I added this to my list of growing vocabulary.

Hope you are all creating wonders of your own

Carol

PS   Posting for the next two weeks will be on Friday.  Next Thur I will be teaching a Silk Paper workshop and the following Thur is 4 th of July.