|Book Master @ Creative felt Gathering|
|Hats Galore at the CFG in Michigan|
|Two Fabulous Felters!|
Ellis from Holland was there teaching ( just visited her in the Spring - remember her alien eggs? And the whole felt camp was organized by glass fuser and felter Jone Rakowski.
And then there were a few days home when I slept and did my usual Fall-after-teaching-activity, repainting a room in my teeny house. This time it was the kitchen and I only have two walls really finished. The rest will be covered in the lush, rich orchre paint sometime in October. I am feeling that I rather paint than cook these days.
|all ceramics & paintings down|
|A off color photo of painted wall|
|everything back in place|
|Friend Ikea-Rat helping out on the sidelines|
|Photos taken this morning before bug attack|
And here's a cute little coptic book made up at Siever's School of Fiber Arts on Washington Island, WI when I taught there mid September. The resist tool for the doggie is one of those cookie press shapes.
Yesterday I discovered that my beloved screen porch was being infested, taken over really, by Soldier Bugs - which are stink bugs that don't stink (small mercies, I suppose). I noticed that super-bug-hunting kitty Scooter was staring at large dark things on the wall and when I looked closer - uuurrrggg!!! A big creepy bug that flew! I started squishing away with multiple sheets of paper napkins, but I was outnumbered and terrorized. I had to sleep inside for the first time since March.
This morning I gathered my guts to see what new armies were mobilized during the night and found the porch curtains were providing a safe haven. I had at that point, determined that I would have to burn the porch off the house and start all over when my wonderful garage/wood workshop renter Jeremy drove in. "Oh Jeremy", I quavered. "Would you like to squish some bugs for me?" "Why sure, littl' lady." He replied and so we brought out the heavy guns - a big plastic bowl with lid and dish soap and proceeded to get all 50 or so critters dead in the suds. Actually, I stood in the doorway and cringed. What a Pal. I gave him Book 39 as a reward and he promised to return tomorrow. I promise to work hard and faithfully on my books and brooches from now on. Come visit us in Brasstown at the JCC Festival! Everything, including my soul, is for sale!!
|Three creepy bugs in plastic prison so I could go online and ID them.|