A Scratching Post

Just keeping ourselves amused between snow storms!

Needle pulling thread

Indigo blue cloth marked with bleach

Indigo blue thread scratching

Sometimes we can learn from using the colours we don't like

Some days bring strange doodles in stitch!

The woods are weighed down with a fresh coat of snow

Ancient scratchings stitched

Ancient pottery markings stitched

That was the week that was

Walking the Woods Under a Clear Blue Sky

Jan and me and the Rusty Pups

walked the woods

with eyes following our every step!

we spied crystals on the stream

frozen pillars

and bubbling waters.

Right at the end of our walk

to our surprise

we spied

the old maple tree preparing to burst into life.

Spring might not be too far away.

Starting points

A small group of eight artists

(mostly painters but also a writer, a photographer

and a couple of us fibre folk)

Will be having a show in July which we have decided to call

Quotes, Quirks and Quiddity.

Each of us has been given a piece of sheer fabric about 7ft long

on which we have to put our body!

So Handy Hubby and I tried to photograph my body

which was soon obliterated by two Rusty Pups.

After banishing RP's from the room

we finally got a snapshot

which I then played around with on my hand dandy ipad.

We printed it HUGE

and now I have drawn myself onto my fabric.

My intent is to simply stitch it in black thread to make it look like a sketch

but

my glasses will be stitched red.

That is my plan

but I've already had two false starts!

Things might change again.

Scratch Crazy

Wind

Blizzard

Sunshine

Sleet

All in one week

Staying indoors as the wind and snow whoosh around the house

The sun made an appearance

a weak sun

but the sun nonetheless

Feeling closed in

by sleet this time

Finally a wonderful day out making marks with Diane and Jan

Haven't a clue!

Some days you doodle and it just doesn't look good

even though it was a good day!

Finally on Sunday was feeling delicate after a Saturday evening of instant theatre.

Stormy Weather

Some days Winter returns with a vengeance

that knocks out power

and covers Rusty pups in snow that gets walked into the house

A windswept storm

makes scratched woods.

The Ebb and Flow of Winter

Redpolls are darting here and there gathering seeds

My favourite rocks have been covered all winter

but sometimes the snow melts

uncovering my favourite rocks

and moss covered bits of rotten wood

And some days the ice covering the stream

starts to melt

only to refreeze again at night.

Three Bears

It;s amazing what you'll find when you go rummaging around in boxes.

Some of you might recognize these from years ago.

Bears adorned in stitches

glittery things

and silk ribbon

with feet that wouldn't set foot on the ground!

Sometimes I preferred unadorned.

Along with the bears I found the boys' baby memories

school homework

and sports paraphernalia.

So much fun rummaging around in the basement!