First I would like to share this. I saw it on facebook today, but I have seen it before.
"Those who have the gift of inspiration exude something that's difficult to pin down intellectually, yet is undeniably recognizable in how you feel in their presence!" ~ Wayne Dyer
The people I have sat before and been overcome are:-
Mother Theresa, when I was in my 50's
The Dalai Lama, when I was in my mid 40's
Father John in Madras India who ran an orphanage and Sister Mary Dymphna in Sri Lanka who left Ireland to be a Nun when she was 13.
Gladys Alward when I was 15 and my friend Joan in Minnesota.
More recently, I have to say I'm always inspired by my Teaching peers, that's why Houston is so exciting for me.
That said, I had a really hectic day in preparation for a day of flights tomorrow. Destination Florida.... what for....?
All will be revealed later.
The mirrors ordered in Mexico for the hotel arrived today.
I have to say they were packed superbly....BUT someone dropped one....XXXXXXXXXX somewhere en-route.
Now in saying that they are all different sizes but I guess I could say the average measurement is about 8ft. Some of the mirrors are large in very ornate frames.... one has 1000 hand beaten roses. Some are small in BIIIIIG frames.
Each one is a piece of art and will adorn the walls of separate floors...
I personally think at least one of them needs to be admired in the dining room.
Talk about applique... No, it's hand carved silver. it will fit very well into our textile area.
This is the drawing I finished for the 27ft bench seat.
Its not to scale... as I mentioned the seat is 27 ft long and 4 ft wide but the squares will be 1" and the red will be 1/4" it will be quilted into 1" squares and adorned by gold, red and black bench cushions. it will be in our gallery where you can sit and view the textiles on the walls.
Red, white, cute and about 81 years old. If the maker who spent hours stitching this by hand is still alive she would be around 100 years old now.
This is a block on a quilt that I saw today at an Antique Mall.
I really like this pattern too.I have one at home almost identical. The fabrics are most likely feed sacks and possibly old shirting with a plain pink as an accent.
It is badly worn and almost irreparable.
Each piece was meticulously sewn by hand. I wonder where it was sewn and under what circumstances. Yet it's very typical of the era.
I think the colors and patterns are just delightful. I'm sure it was quite difficult to do.
As I walked through the mall, the local church service was being broadcast through out the entire place and it reminded me of my Mum I think she would have joined in with her alto harmony if she had been there. I admit, I almost did too. The Ministers deep south accent was hypnotic and so far from the reality of home.
This was another lovely quilt, but it was really terribly damaged, far too damaged to be repaired.
The quilt below, was interesting. It was really lumpy, but I found a part where the stitching had come undone and the batting was an old chenille bedspread. It was incredibly heavy.
I love these pot holders... so I bought this one.
It's great having the time to browse... the church service added ambiance, the memories of hymn singing and the excitement of the find. THEN lunch at Cracker Barrel.
YES, I did buy two quilts. Both were around $40 each.
A Lone star quilt made from plain cottons. hand pieced and quilted with raw cotton batting.
This other one is a real scrap quilt, but in good condition and the fabric is delightful. It's like having an encyclopedia of fabrics in your hand.
I didn't realise when I photographed this block that she had sewn two quarters in a different direction to the rest of the entire quilt.
The woman behind the counter is a Textile Art Major and will look out for interesting things for me......!!!!!!
I'm a little slack writing the blog right now, there are so many things to attend to.
I spent a wonderful evening with a group of enthusiastic quilters out on the lake a few nights ago.
We shared ideas, quilts and food.... what a way to spend an evening. Thank you ladies & thank you Mike for driving the boat.
I mean, take a look at the picture below... this is a regular Thursday occurrence, and its hot so the people who live on the lake tie their pontoons together, share great food and as we drove past most of them were in the water floating on noodles, drinks in one hand and a smile on their face. I thought it was hilarious. (and delightful)
I had the most wonderful afternoon in the nail spa that day too.
A lady of advanced age came in with her friend for a pedicure and proceeded to entertain us all. She said she was 80 but looked as if she was in her 60's.
First of all she chatted up the man sitting in the chair next to her (he too was having a pedicure).
She ended up inviting him out on a date.
Next she was explaining that she had just had her makeup permanently tattooed on and was encouraging her friend to do the same.
I learned of their exploits with corrective surgery and adventures with botox and then they told jokes. It was a hilarious afternoon. I loved it. I want to be like her when I grow up.
Last night was great too. Hot Springs is a hub for the arts. By that I mean, music, film festivals, art galleries and the MOCA museum is one of the finest Ive visited.
Now we are introducing textiles.!!!!!
I was invited to attend a Jazz evening in one of the old bathhouses.
We arrived well ahead of time and the place was standing room only.
The participants had to be mainly in their 80's.... I mean a couple of the artists could barely walk. But when they played. OH, it was heaven.
I enjoyed every minute of the concert.
Amazing talent and there is a Jazz festival in the next couple of weeks.
I don't remember 'Big Bands' but they are alive and well in this part of the country and generally they are held in the old hotels that retain the ambiance of the era.
Why is it that a stack of folded fabric evokes an emotion of warmth and well being.
I hated washing diapers... (nappies) we call them.
However, I took great pride in seeing them hanging on the line, I used to turn around after I hung them, and just look at them with pride.....the white catching the reflection of the sky and sun. I loved folding them, I liked seeing them in a pile.
Its the same with a stack of fabric. Pure, unblemished and just waiting to be used.
Fabric isn't just for quilting of course. It's very much part of our lives... we just can't do without it.
'Fabric is something we had for a very long time. We've clothed ourselves in it, shielded ourselves by it , and contained things with it..'
The fabric of our life is twinned with the fabric we live with day in and day out. We take it for granted.
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