Counting Stones

This pretty little flat stone is number 281.

That's if my math is right.

I don't have that many fingers!

282

Moving right along to a speckled ruby red.

283

What.....more pink!

I'm liking this one.

284

Another case of Nature stitching marks

way more beautifully than I.

285

Random rusting

286

I am really fond of rust stained rocks.

287

A mammoth of a stone.

Makes me think of a Nautilus.

Well, it is kind of fossil like.

This week Diane, Grace, Sherry and I

went down to Ste. Anne University

on the French Shore

where Nadine and another Diane

taught us about silk screen printing.

Oh, well

There is obviously a lot more to learn!

This week Handy Hubby and I received our flu shots

Now Handy Hubby has the flu!

Or at least a reaction to the needle.

78 stones to go.

Happy stitching

Playing Catch-up after Friend-filled Thanksgiving

We gathered friends around us and celebrated Thanksgiving.

Thank you all for enriching our lives.

Now I'm playing Stone Pathways catchup.

Wonder if stones enjoy the company of friends too.

Or are they lonesome creatures

despite spending their lives

surrounded by millions of others

along rocky shorelines.

I simply love this one!

Enjoy

Keep on Rocking!

A rock party on the Fundy Shore

Basalt flat rocks watching the tide go out.

A beautiful sunshiny day clambering over rocks.

Patchwork stone

Born with a beautiful birthmark.

Simply handsome.

Can a stone be old fashioned?

Perhaps this stone was born among the clouds.

I like that idea.

Tiny enough to be stitched in thread.

Grey elegance.

Happy Thanksgiving Canada!

Stacked Stones

Stones on cloth squares are piling up

patiently waiting to be assembled

meanwhile

beneath studio tables bits and pieces of other projects are 

wait patiently in their baskets.

Tracking or trekking across ocean smoothed stones

 Sometimes the fabric is everything.

A surprisingly creamy mustard stone

Don't often see those around here.

An astonishing heart of stone.

Special

Strange

Very strange

A simple linen smock on a burgundy red pebble.

Streaked by time.

Stitching Stones Under Clear September Skies

An indigo vat has been sitting in the garden

beneath pale indigo skies

Surprising....

....I'm not a lover of blue

Leftover from a navy blue uniform

and unhappy school days!

My, oh,  my,

that was well over fifty years ago!

So it really was time to give blue a try again!

My favourite dipping is mostly white

with thin blue streaks.

It could well end up being used.

Have to say I do like the pale indigo skies

of Summer.

The darker blues

will be harder for me to use

but rusty markings might help!

Shaped Through the Ages

A sone that fits neatly in my hand

a speckled lozenge

A tiny smooth apostrophe

Love the colour of this one

but I must have marked it with stitch at night

because only now I have noticed the brown speckles.

I had stitched in my outline of brown dots just to add a bit of interest.

I find the lighting changes in every room of the house

and the marks or shapes I see change in every type of light.

 A beautifully simple nearly perfect circle.

A slice of pie

Pumpkin pie perhaps

As I stitched my marks I realized

this shape was house shaped

Though I see the actual stone has a flatter roof

How the heck did I trace around that one?!

Must have changed the angle of the pencil

as I drew around it

or perhaps moved the stone in the process.

It is often hard to keep the stone still

because many are lumpy bumpy!

A melting snowball shape.

Funny what comes to mind.

My heart goes out to those in the Caribbean and Florida

who have been devastated by Hurricane Irma.

What a monster of a storm.

When Things Slow Down

Things slow down and priorities change

when Brett and Amber come to town.

We enjoyed hiking my favourite trail along the Fundy Shore

but when the young ones intended hiking the really long trails

us old folk (and that includes the Rusty Pups!) stayed at home.

So that is why last week's stones got delayed....

....because of a happy visit.

This stone I like

It's happy

It makes me think of when the travelling fair came to town

when the boys were young.

This one also tickles my fancy

A sprinkling of stars

Love the stone

my interpretation....not so much!

Oh, well.

Sometimes one just can't do them justice.

Purple Haze

Circling

Embracing

Protecting

Time worn crevices.

Simplicity

so often the most beautiful.

As we hiked I spied some marks

which will surely find a place in a stitching one day.

Be safe