Instead, I'm stuck to my little glue stick and the basket of collage fuel.
January 18, 2015
Lethargic Carnivore
January here seems to alternate between freezing cold and freezing rain. Seems like a good time to get the wedding quilt done...to finish embroidering those last little birds...to design and create the quilt for next year's new Kaffe Fassett book to which I've been invited to contribute.
Instead, I'm stuck to my little glue stick and the basket of collage fuel.
And just the right line of type just appeared on top of the pile.
Instead, I'm stuck to my little glue stick and the basket of collage fuel.
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love your sense of surreal humour Julie
ReplyDeletethat is a HUGE invitation!!!....TELL, PLEASE
ReplyDeleteeven though I do not fully understand what is being said here, I do feel I get a wisp of the witty, surreal humour
ReplyDeletethe collage is the visualisation of what's going on subconsciously, at least for me it works like that, of course I have no idea what's floating about in your head, but this one exudes so much of your personality, in as far as I have come to know it here
You get puppies and birds in your collages and I get heads hanging from dried up sunflowers!!!
DeleteBoy, the TELL is anything but humor, I think. I'm struggling here with the invisible disclosure line for specifics but the general picture is grey, cold and/or wet. And it makes it a royal battle to get moving in all sense of the word. Which would be the lethargic part. Am able to make it to the kitchen with great speed, however, and I guess that is the carnivore. Fantasies of giant medium rare burgers topped with caramelized onions stuffed inside a brioche.
ReplyDeletei mean the Kaffe Fassett
ReplyDeleteoops.
DeleteI will tell in next post
DeleteIsn't it amazing how compelling little creative sidelines can be when one is faced with something Big that maybe sparks a little fear, or comes from Outside Requirement. I am a distiguished dawdler under those circumstances. It looks (duh!) like your subconcious is searching for something, but the ladder under the window could be a way out or maybe bars across the door. (That will be five cents for my psychic two cents...thank you.)
ReplyDeleteWell, its a step up creatively from organizing spices or deadheading my pens!
DeleteKaffee Fassett and I have a connection but it has nothing to do with cloth: When I was 17 and in my first year of college, a group of friends and I traveled down the California coast on spring break to one of the most enchanted places in all of California , Big Sur. We managed to pull together enough $ to have a meal at Nepenthe Restaurant, a lively, fun, groovy place with music and joy all around. Spent time in their Phoenix Shop marveling at the treasures therein. Years later, married and with children, whenever we traveled down the California Coast, a trip to Nepenthe and later to their Cafe Kevah was a must.. What does all of this have to do with Kaffee Fassett you may ask - well, it turns out that his parents, Lolly and Bill Fassett were the founders of Nepenthe. It opened in 1949 and all of these years later, family still are a part of this magical place. I learned all about this when I read a book by one of the Fassett grandchildren, Romney Steele. Her book written in 2009 is titled, My Nepenthe: Bohemian Tales of Food, Family and Big Sur and is a fine tribute and a beautiful book.
ReplyDeleteKaffe wrote his autobiography a few years ago, largely centered on his wildly creative upbringing at Nepenthe. Its called Living in Color and has great photos.
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