Then to top off the week our Stitch group went on an adventure to Bainbridge Island for the Fiber Arts show 24 women artist of the Northwest were featured and low and behold my niece Diane Novillo's jewelry was featured, how fun is that. Only six of the twelve went but we had a great time getting ideas for future work, I must say it does not take much to inspire we arty folks, then of course there was the shopping. I was a bit under the weather so my shopping was limited. I slept for four hours straight when I got home, all in all it was a lovely day. I love my Stitch pals we plan on many trips this coming year.
It all comes down to time and energy, now that I have the time my energy is weak, I have so many ideas my head swims in them but doing it is another thing, oh well such is life.
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We have a new Quilt shop in Gig Harbor and I had to remind myself I had more fabric than I could possibly finish, but I know I will return with check book in hand, the shop is colorful and bright a nice place to spend a little chit chat time. Good Luck ladies you are doing a great service for us quilters.
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Check out this great visual idea. Using color crayons my granddaughter made these on art canvas frames they are so bright and fun. So simple and visual. old crayons (all the same brand) are glued to the frame then using a blow dryer with the flat attachment they are melted and she added the silhouettes so simple and fun.
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Our STITCH art/quilt show is still at the Gig Harbor Library it will hang until Dec 3rd do go and see it, I am so proud to be in this group, it is a learning experience just watching them interact. To be a part of this group of women is inspiring and an honor.
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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