Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Weekend in Vermont - Part 2

On up the mountain on a rainy morning we drove turning on to a dirt road that seemed to go straight up and disappear into a forest of hemlock and white birch. A bald eagle escorted us along a stretch of the river! Up, up,up to an ancient farmhouse red paint dull from many winter storms. Original wrought iron latches and no doorbell. But then to my delight out popped Drim to greet us. (Drim is a nickname and the story of how it came to be is long so I will not go into it now. Just know that it is an endearing term given her by family.)

That warm welcome set the stage for a wonderful, the dreary wethered weekend. From a dinner of homemade pizza with mozzarella, tomato, basil, garlic and capers to breakfast of fresh fruit and yogurt, local bacon and great coffee we had a great time. The house, which from the road appeared small, was actually a rambling space with a writing studio for Drim's dear husband, an art studio for her and many other large and small rooms scattered throughout. Every nook and cranny was a feast for the eyes!

In the kitchen the pots and pans hung from iron hooks mounted on the old oak beams that crossed the space. Juxtiposed were paintings and sculptures of big colorful chickens. On the counter a magnolia tree waited for Nature's cue to bloom and bright red chairs flanked each side of a short narrow table where we spent the most time talking and laughing.

Weekend in Vermont - Part 1

Last Saturday I had the good luck to drive with a friend to Vermont to visit one of her friends. I had never stayed overnight at someone's house that I did not know so I was slightly anxious about it all.

On the way there we stopped in Northampton, Massachusetts at the Woodstar Cafe. I just love the Ginger Chai Latte they make. And then it was an hour more north on Route 91 to the town of Newfane.  Driving through Brattleboro on Cedar Street we saw a chicken rock, a pig rock and a toad rock. These were wonderfully large mosaics that encompassed grand rocks in a front yard but were cleverly arranged to resemble creatures. What serendipity!
Frog Rock in Brattleboro
Live a simple creative life-

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Musings on Creativity

Like many creative people I have been making 'stuff' since childhood.  From Halloween costumes to pants to handbags to hooked rugs I made it all. The scrap bag in the closet was my go to place.

So why then has it taken me more than 40 years to realize that 'making' was food for my soul? I am so much happier when I am stitching or painting or writing. And when I consider the times when I wasn't it explains the drab nature of those days. And all this time I thought I was just not cut out to be a mother.

On that note, why not pick up your pencil and jot down the top 3 creative things you would like to work on this weekend? You might want to try a new recipe, or sketch a cardinal at the bird feeder, or doodle. The key is to write it down and then begin.

Yes begin. And that might mean buy the ingredients for that new recipe, or just photograph the birds. Getting started is often the hardest part for many people.

Have a good weekend.
-Live a Simple Creative Life

Saturday, February 4, 2017

New on the Dance Floor

Here is one of my new projects, spread out on my studio floor. I made the stars during a weekend snowstorm several weeks ago. The small nine patches (based on 1.5 inch squares) have been in a shoe box waiting for the right time.

I made more stars and squares at a quilt retreat two weekends ago but still need a few more. This project is entirely scrappy. I will share additional details on making the blocks soon.

Star Studded by Mary Lachman 2017