Monday and Tuesday I drove to Whidbey Island to attend and assist Christine Mauersberger's "Meditative Stitching" workshop.
Two peaceful quiet stitching days listening to Christine's insights with lovely women.
Tuesday's sunrise seen on the ferry.
I probably drove more last week than I have in the last year put together. I have such anxiety about driving, especially now that I do it so infrequently, but it was good to rediscover that I'm capable-ish.
One day at home, spent packing myself and Moon. Thursday we drove him up to Bellingham. Because of COVID restrictions and his being SO READY to start this new chapter, the three of us made three trips with his boxes to the third floor dorm room, and I barely had time to even get misty-eyed during the quick goodbye hugs, in the rush to get us out of there in his thirty allowed slotted minutes. (Deb, I did wave across town to you!)
And then I drove back to the island, returning home on Monday night.
My work table during the four days of Christine's "Binding Time" workshop. More lovely women, and much more active. Indigo pots, cyanotype, stitching, gelli plate printing, collaging, and more! (Including dyeing some thread in my tea (above).)
There's not much call for sequins in my life, but I do love them. It was great to have time to play, to work and share with other makers, and to spend time hanging out with Christine during prep, clean up, etc.
There was a crazy wind storm one day. The kind of wind that tries to move your car off of the road. Power was out for some of the island that evening, including the place where I stayed. Leftovers were wrapped in foil and heated up on the barbeque, and I was in bed at 7:45 due to the dark and cold.
The clouds were incredible.
The workshops were held in this spacious building.
Each day was a new story in the sky.
There's more to say, but this is a start... hope you are all well.
