I got a little bit of a break over the Thanksgiving holiday
from my commissions and feverish show preparation. The long drives did give me many hours to needle felt
peppers, and now I have a colorful little mound of them. I still have many more to make. Fortunately, I have several meetings
this week where I can quietly listen and poke away at peppers. I just have an internal drive to keep
moving the process forward, whatever projects I’m working on.
During some quiet times in Michigan I also created more
sweater petals. These are for my
display at Bloomingfoods and the upcoming Unitarian Universalist Holiday Bazaar
and Art Fair. The ‘UU show’ is the
last holiday season show and it starts at 10 am on Friday and runs till 7 pm and then on Saturday from 9 till 5. After
that I go into full commission mode, completing the last two commissions I took on
over the summer and fall. Then I
quickly have to switch back into summer art fair mode. My booth needs a little replenishing
after a successful 2012 season.
It’s all good (just busy)!
We had a delightful trip to Michigan. We arrived in time for the big
IU/Georgia basketball game. Tommie
and I stayed up while Jacob and Jim went to bed. We tried to be quiet—really we did! It’s hard when IU’s team comes up with
some big shots or big plays. I’m
afraid we woke up the sleepers a time or two with our enthusiasm. At Grandma’s house I noticed that the
boys are getting bigger relative to Grandma’s furniture. I have memories of great pictures when
they were little, sitting side by side in Grandpa’s big armchair. Now, when they want to play computer
games together, they can’t fit!
Jim and Tommie got in a little fishing time, although no dinners came
out of it. Tommie was trying to do
a science project based on comparing fishing variables, but the weather got in
the way both times.
The best we
could do was baked steelhead for Thanksgiving dinner and a trip to the Oasis
with Aunt Lois for perch. On top
of that there was homemade pumpkin pie at Grandma’s—with all the whipping cream
you could fit on top. Now that’s what
I call a vacation.
Until next week,
Martina Celerin
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