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Sunday, September 29, 2013

Home from retreat

I am exhausted, it was productive and fun, good food and fellowship and each time our little STITCH group gathers it is a growing experience. We are all wise and worldly women and so very talented.  Sharing is surely what the "S" stands for in STITCH.
I guess I did not take that many pictures we worked on "to finally finish" projects and a great deal was accomplished, I shared how I did my glitzy pieces and got sparkle everywhere JoAnn's new sparkle tulle is so heavily covered with sparkle, really way too much, but what can you do when you love to work with sparkle.  I do not notice it when I am in my sewing room but it really shows up on hardwood floors and everywhere else for that matter, I think everyone had a bit of sparkle on their nose or somewhere on the face before the week was over.
Oh, by the way the Port Townsend quilt shop is "Not" closed it is open and full of great fabric, their name is Creative Union, this shop is well worth the trip, it is on the Chimacum side across from the airport before getting to the down town area.  It has so many great fabrics I really should not go there.
Yahoo our info on "STITCH's"  Colors of the Harbor Quilt show at the Piece County library made the Gateway last week. We will hang it on the 1st and it will hang for the month of October.  Do come and see our diversity.
My demo piece Rainbow Dancer

Our Lovely hostess

We can hardly wait until the next retreat, it was such hard work...

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Leaves of God Fall 2009

My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost

I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall

Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow

Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin

Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall

So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall

The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston