Moon Crumb - Week Thirty-Nine

Well...is it a moon?

Perhaps moons occupying a moon!

Perhaps the sun which is cooler nowadays

or

perhaps just a balloon with a tail.

It seems that all these crumbs are never planned

they just become.

One thing I do plan is making early morning time

to do Tai Chi on the wharf

with a bunch of diehards.

The water is always different

Some mornings it's hard to remain focussed

The birds are always entertaining.

The light is always different.

Have a great day.

One Crumb and Fifty Shades of Grey - Week Thirty-Eight

Scraps gathered from my basket

plus some dots rejected from a larger project.

Stitched together.

I look at it

and feel 

It is just not me.

Not what I imagine my work to be like.

So why does that happen every now and then?

Surprising.

Very strange.

Fifty shades...not quite

but a table full of greys.

I wanted lots of shades and a variety of fabrics.

The lacy edging of an old tablecloth

came out beautifully.

And this summer every dye pot has included a lovely piece of silk velvet.

Linen and silk take colour differently.

Subtle changes in colour.

Eager to start working with my newly dyed fabrics

but won't be able to until mid November.

My goodness that is a long way away!

Don't you love the rusted paper towel?

Just included for a shot of colour.

Every dye pot this summer has had a skein of thread thrown in too.

Hiking Inspiration

As Summer faded

We hiked the Delaps Cove Wilderness Trail

The wilderness here is untamed.

I have to watch where I tread!

Rich rusts bring grey tangles some life.

Green and rust....yummy

Perhaps rust can made any colour look good?

The Rusty Pups love their walks

but being able to get back into the car is getting difficult for them.

Down on the shoreline part of the trail

windswept trees in silvery death.

The rocky clifftops have become a city of inukshuks

built "in the likeness of a human"

a sign from Inuit culture meaning

"someone was here"

or

"you are on the right path"

or

Even Rusty Pups admire the view!

What I spy is the wave in the rock formation.

Like that.

Crumbs From a Visit - Week Thirty-Seven

So now my Crumbs are all caught up

This is for last week....week 36 of 2016.

To me this one is a sandy beach

with driftwood cruciforms.

The Rusty Pups just adore Brett.  

He usually visits in the winter months.

This time we had a summertime treat.

We walked the dyke where a beautiful SSSSS

worked it's way through the mud

and

Cottonwool ball clouds just gathered above the other shore.

We all walked Mickey Hill

where RP Kayla always looks forward to a dip in the lake.

Been Brewing Up Colour

 Rudbeckia picked as they started to fade.

Greens came out the pot.

 Jewelweed was running rampant in the undergrowth

so some got picked.

See how different the colours are on cotton (on the right) and silk.

Leaves off the apple tree gave deeper colours in the first brew

but as I used the pot of dye a second time the colour came out paler.

All onion skins get saved in this house.

I do get faint complaints because our small freezer has more

dye stuff in it than actual food!

 The vivid results surprised me.

My dyeing at the moment is an attempt to get solid colour

no leafy prints.

A Threesome of Creative Women Visitors - Week Thirty-Six

A Threesome of visitors 

rented The Artist's House just along the road.

Three women brighter and bolder than I.

Margi gave me the twiggy cross

Johnnene the tiny painting

And Kathryn made a paper doll.

It is always fun spending time with these three.

Playing Catchup - Week Thirty-Five

 

Yes, there is much catching up to do.

Long time....no stitching been going on here.

Visitors have been here entertaining us.

Our first visitor was Karen from Washington DC.

we visited many places with Karen

my favourite being the Victorian Gardens

of the Annapolis Royal Historic Gardens.

Despite the long dry summer we have had

those gardens were lush with growth and deep, rich colours.

Oh, so different to the gentle colours of my own work.

Shades of every red and orange possible.

Fuchsia so beautiful against grey.
I find it so interesting that these colours speak so loudly to me
but I am unable to work with such vividness.

Today I am thinking back to that awful day fifteen years ago
and the families of all those victims.