Sunday, August 31, 2014

A Labor of Love: an international octet of quilters

Tulips by Yemina Lavan of Modlin, Israel

Day three of my Labor Day celebration of quilters in honor of my grandmother continues. Enjoy the trip around the world.

It Started As A Doodle by Roz Rossiter of the UK
Shattered Face Quilt by Kathryn Harmer Fox of South Africa
Taras Garden by Valerie Giles of Australia
Ferns within the Grids by Margie Davidson of Canada
Chinese Coins by Petra Niermann of Germany
Lucky 4-Leaf by Anne Jolly of New Zealand
A Stormy Night At Sea by Maria Nunez of USA

 

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Two Duets of quilts: design and classroom

Squared Illusion 6 by Gloria Hansen

 

Labor Day Celebration of the work of my grandmother continues. Two duets of quilts spoke to me. The first was all about circles cut through by straight lines.

Behind Bars by BJ Titus of Coatesville PA

 

The second duet had to do with themes from my classroom, science and horticulture.

My Last Nerve by Stacy Hurt of Orange CA
Dancing Kalanchoe by Carol Villars of Apple Valley CA

 

Friday, August 29, 2014

A trio of quilts: Gloria Loughman, Ellen McMillen, and Diane Doran

 

A Slice of Oz by Gloria Loughman from Australia

A Slice of Oz by Gloria Loughman caught my eyes for the fine combo of greens and violets.

Almost Amish by Ellen McMillen of Downingtown, PA
Almost Amish by Ellen McMillen of Downingtown, PA; caught my eye for the improvised take on the standard log cabin design.
Sunrise Serenade by Diane Doran of Glenelg, MD

Sunrise Serenade by Diane Doran of Glenelg, MD; caught these eyes for color, design, and perhaps the birds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Saturday, August 9, 2014

July in my Lansdale garden

Day Lily with coneflowers in the garden of Nutmeg Designs
Back yard sunflower in the garden of Nutmeg Designs
The Honda Fit in the garden of Nutmeg Designs
Anise Hyssop in the garden of Nutmeg Designs

See five more July images on our nutmeg blog

 

Sunday, August 3, 2014

On entering my newest year

In Buffalo. In a sculpture.

I celebrated 50 years with a jazz conert and a campaign to feed the hungry. But time marches on and so does my mind.

I was a decent letter writer back in the day. Over time it stopped. I hear that the post office still sends out such things. I imagine my friends have addresses they might share if I am lacking their current location.

So I had this thought, I will send a letter a week for the next year. Not a note, but a letter, hand written. I'm rusty. Beware my friends; I have memories of nearly getting straight A's in elementary school but being thwarted by some harsh C- marks for penmanship. Over time I developed a half cursive/ half printing scrawl. I think it can be deciphered.

Some letters may include a Stratozpheric card or maybe a suncatcher that seems to need a home. Some may be tucked inside a card that catches my eye or one of the cards sent recently by a friend. Maybe a commission will spark a letter. Some will fly solo inside an envelope. The goal is not to draw cards or give away art. I desire to return to writing letters.

Letter writing is a chance to reflect upon what is happening in my life. Like pizza making it may become a habit, something I am known for.

And who knows, if one of the letters gets a response, a life long correspondence may happen. That would be quite splendid.