Sunset is happening later and later ... spring is near ... the juices are starting to flow.
I'm getting things done, but not nearly enough. I've decided to add "procrastinate" to my To Do List. That way there will be something I've accomplished by the end of the day.
It seems there is quite an active group of hookers in the area of Fairfield County (CT) where I live. Ha, ha, ha - not that kind of hooker.
LAUGHTER, HOOKED BY JUNE MYLES OF REDDING, CT
I wonder how many lame hooker jokes this group of fiber loving artists has endured over the years. My apologies for adding to the inanity ... 'tis my juvenile sense of humor rearing it's oversized, infantile head.
CHRISTMAS IS NEVER FAR AWAY, HOOKED BY MELINDA WOLLCOTT OF WILTON, CT
Every year the hookers display their recent work at the beautiful Mark Twain Library. Yes, Mark Twain lived in Redding and he gave us our library, among other things.
CHRISTMAS ORNAMENTS, HOOKED BY BEVERLY OSGOOD OF RIDGEFIELD, CT
It was just a lucky accident that I stopped in at the library yesterday. I didn't even realize that the rugs were up. I'm so glad I got to see them. They simultaneously soothe and stimulate this artist's soul.
B IS FOR BIRD, HOOKED BY MELINDA WOLLCOTT OF WILTON, CT
"Fiber art refers to fine art whose material consists of natural or synthetic and other components, such as fabric or yarn. It focuses on the materials and on the manual labour on the part of the artist as part of the works' significance, and prioritizes aesthetic value over utility." (Wikipedia)
PAINTING WITH WOOL & PAINTBRUSH, HOOKED BY JUNE MYLES OF REDDING, CT
God is in the detail.
I was visiting Montana Joe's fabulous blog, Manhandled Threads, and a little clip he posted sent me off on a search. Here is what I found. Thank you, Joe!
A short by Nicolas Deveaux.
Hello all. I've had a nice day, with a variety of activities. I even managed to finish House of Cards and take a nap.
I've decided to call these needle cases instead of pinkeeps. They are really better suited to the task of storing needles and, not incidentally, pinkeep is not actually a word.
TWO NEEDLES CASES MADE FROM RECYCLED WOOL SWEATERS
More progress on Family Picnic. I am such a slow stitcher. But I'm liking this piece quite a bit.
As I write this, something is "cooking" in the kitchen. Do you like how I rigged a steamer?
Nite Nite
Having fun with this one today. Calling it Family Picnic because it's related to the other two.
It's almost 2am. Charlie and I say, Nite Nite.
I'm not sure if this little quilt is complete or not. It might be. But I kind of wonder if I ought to do something with the border. Add stitching to it? Or maybe add tiny buttons? I don't know.
I feel antsy about wanting to show it to you, even if I do alter it some more.
I think of it as the cousin of Secret Dreams, if you remember that one. It uses many of the same textiles, so it's "related."
I do love all the stitches. There is some internal, soulful, magical feeling that I associate with viewing a field of stitches. Not fancy work, not precise and perfect embroidery. Those are fine things, but what absolutely grabs me is something less orchestrated and certainly less "perfect" in the sense that most people intend that word.
It is when I see a field of irregular seed stitches, or the slightly askew lines of running stitches on the glorious Quilts of Gee's Bend, or a lovingly stitched piece of boro that I feel a sense of heightened appreciation, a desire which is visceral and cannot be clearly explained.