Marty and I stopped at the farm today to buy fresh mozzarella, tomatoes, basil, white peaches, and some lovely lettuce (2 heads/$1). As we completed our purchase, the young lady at the counter handed us a bouquet of these wildflowers and couldn't tell us what they were. It was only tonight, when I read Del's blog and spotted yesterday's post again that it occurred to me these might be wild mustard. Del?
We had stopped for produce on our way home from Hilary's house, where we had gone to say goodbye to Josh before he leaves for camp on Tuesday morning. This is his first time at sleep-away camp and he's excited to be going for a month. Benjamin will go to day camp.
We didn't stay long, but I insisted on interrupting their baseball practice so I could take a picture. They are 21 months apart: Ben was 8 in November and Josh turned 10 in March.
When we got home, I got out the paint bucket and decided it was time to get rid of the rainbow of test colors. My first choice would have been to hire a painter to paint a buttery yellow, but I took the lazy/easy/cheap-o way out and repainted the ufinished parts that have been sitting for a year with daubs of grass green and butter yellow. This color is greener than it looks here - for some reason it has come out very gray-blue instead of blue-green. 
We are planning to downsize so I'm trying to get the house ready to put on the market at some point. I am dreading it because nothing is selling - although I probably have a nicer kitchen than anybody else in the development.
I will be putting many quilts on sale, as well as other things (I haven't forgotten the tjaps - it will take a while to get act together). I will be getting rid of all those wonderful quilting books that I haven't looked at in years because I don't make those any more...etc. You know the drill if you have moved recently.
This week, studio. Have to pay my mother's bills in the morning and then I'm gone. Back to ironing, no doubt. As my former studio-mate commented on Facebook, sorting and ironing are part of my creative process. A little creative spirit would be good.
6 comments:
I can't believe you are talking about moving, when you've just done your beautiful kitchen! Did you enjoy the process so much that you are looking for a "new" kitchen to refurbish? (g)
Methinks ironing gives one time to think and dream about the fabrics.
I was so enjoying your post...idyllic...summer markets, grandkids, etc. Right up to the use of that four letter word that I shutter at: M_ O_V_E.
I will look forward to what we can do to help: buy your pieces/fabric/books that don't make the cut.
Back to ironing.
Downsizing can be bitter, I found out when I took a flat together with J. I got rid of about 1/3 of my property and still don't know where to store it all. But I don't regret it, of course! -- Hope your sales will work out fine!
A move? Well, perhaps I'll be able to get a Rayna original in your clear-out sale. I hope you're planning to stay in the area; I still need to take your found objects screen printing class! :)
Gosh, I'd hate to see you move - seems like you are just coming to a high point in your textile career. Moving is SO disruptive and drains the creative energy off. I hope you can stick it out at least a few more years.
I don't know what your 'weeds' are, but I will do some research.
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