Well, sorry for the absence (and for future absences), but not sorry. Reality comes crashing down from time to time and we need to acknowledge our humanity. Am not patchwork robot, as some assume, but rather interact as full human in day-to-day relationshipe that require maintenance and care. Traveling down south, back and forth, to keep doing RealJob while also trying however tenuously to embrace waning memory is now the new priority.
I haven’t slept in a month, yet life goes on all around me.
I’ll sew whenever I can because that is the only solace I’ve ever known.
Though, for now, I make no promises to you other than that I’ll be back here whenever I can.
Listen to this remembrance of Oliver Sacks to get a sense of my mood…I guess, maybe.
So I’ve been home from this long-anticipated retreat in Maine, organized with aplomb by Samantha Lindgren of A Gathering of Stitches and co-taught by her and Carolyn Friedlander. We slowly stitched small things in the Roberta barn, played with boro, and needle-turned applique while lingering in rocking chairs on the porch.
And it was so much more than that. This was only the second sewing retreat I’ve attended and both were super fun, though quite different. Particularly, both featured wonderful folks I’ve wanted to know, new-to-me folks I hope to see again sometime. There’s something to the immediate common bond of making that smooths over my shy moments of introduction and small talk.
And then there’s Maine! I keep saying that it’s a lot like Florida but with better weather—in August. (And some bigger hungry bugs.) I can’t wait to go back next summer!
Road trip! Western MA is a verdant wonderland at this time of year.
The bay in Portland at sunset. Still more driving to get to the retreat, though.
Holy Donut provisions before driving the rest of the way.
The 100 year old barn where I taught.
Getting down to bizness.
Heather and Tracy diligently stitching small things.
Emily’s first draft.
Kristen sewing log cabins.
Elizabeth’s improv. (I think this block is about 12″)
Kristin Shields’ tiny parts building up to something amazing.
Amanda Hines’ approach to Roberta is amazing. Those tiny slivers just killed me dead.
Elisa Albury had to put my cheater reading glasses on over her own to edit her small sewing.
And her hard work paid off.
Darcy brought a mini iron, which came in handy for her pineapple.
Sharon’s Roberta bits frame out Erin’s tiny log cabin nicely.
Of course we took a break for lobstah!
Then I challenged myself to sew ever smaller.
Here’s how it looks when draped over the rafter in the barn, as is tradition in barn retreats.
Oh and there was a pretty wall in Rockland. There was fun gelato nearby too.
I could go on and on and on…