Manes of a Different Color

Sew Much Fun!

There has been quite a few rainy days spent in the "cave" reading books.

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  Along the way, a request for a caveman costume to go with the cave.  Fleece is so easy to work with, that it can be sewn in a very short time without needing to hem!

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...and for me going back to some sewing projects that were collected and patiently waiting to be realized.

A re-purposed garment made into a skirt. I love the image and when I saw it, I wanted to make it into something I could use. I thought of either a skirt or bag...now it's a skirt and it may turn into a bag in the future!

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A satchel and small bag inside to put all the little things. 

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And what began it all, a couple of skirts that are a work in progress, waiting for the lining and zippers.

Blooms

rose from grandma Blanche's garden

Color, color, color! I love to soak in all the colors, textures and scents of the ever blooming flowers throughout the garden. As I experience the variations within the season, I take note of adding some color here or there...to eventually create a canvas of continual transformation.

Dreaming

Above is a sketch of our future backyard with a stone path, waterfall, caravan and sauna.  I made this sketch a couple years ago to make sure my dream stays alive even though much time has passed.

Just after thinking about putting a sauna in our backyard, I received many plants from my mom and stones from a friend of hers...so I thought, why not begin with the garden and the rest will materialize in good time.  Later that summer, my neighbor came over with a sauna door! 

A Peek at the Garden

Since we moved to our first home seven years ago, our garden continues to grow since our first summer.  It is a living canvas that changes from day to day and through the seasons.  I enjoy watching these changes and thinking of what flowers and plants I will add or move around to capture the beauty of nature. Many times it is serendipity from the many flowers and plants my mom has given me over the years.  I'm so grateful to her because when she has plants to give away, it's time to add another garden!

Pencil Drawings

                  butterfly

                  fish

                             man with hat

                             turtle with drum

I have been attending a drawing class for a few years, some quiet time to draw, draw, draw.  It's a relaxing two hours every week where I'm in that far off place doing something I love, drawing.
The instructor is using sight size and comparative head methods, which I've learned before in little bits here and there, so I enjoy that the methods are all coming together in one place.
The drawings above are not original drawings in the sense that they don't come from my imagination, but reflect the sight size method.

More Treasures

These growing ferns were sighted on a walk at the Gooseberry Falls State Park.  There were many popping out of the ground and these two caught my eye.  It reminded me of a story my father told me about relationships.  When two people are immersed, clinging to each other, they will drown themselves.  Though when they are side by side, sometimes at the same or different paces, they grow and thrive.

This morel was found in my mom's garden.  It was very exciting to hear my mom cheer with delight in finding her first one...then we started to see more and more hidden in the dry leaves...there's one and another and another!

North Shore Treasure

It was mid-May on the North Shore when Enzo found his treasure.  He was on top of a mountain of rock looking over the edge saying, "I found a treasure! Come and see it!"  We were all looking at the stones and pebbles, picking up the ones that caught our eye to examine carefully and gently put in our pockets.  "You must come now!"  he said insistently.  It was difficult to pull away from the stones, though a treasure awaited us.  What could it be?

Looking over the edge, we saw layer upon layer of ice, so thin it looked like glass...when stones were thrown on the ice, it sounded like shattering glass... when it was picked up, it melted in our hands. It was a true treasure given by nature, discovered by a boy.