Midwest Fiber Festival

Needlepoint Felting

Anne and Joanie spent last weekend at Meramac Community College while attending the Midwest Fiber Festival. Both Saturday and Sunday were all day affairs. On Saturday, she took a class on yarn dying, the products of that class are drying in the basement, and on Sunday she studied needlepoint felting and created the pictured landscape work. Naturally, some yarn was purchased too.

I was left to my own devices. Mostly I chilled. I did retrieve our bicycles from the bike shop where we had left them for a start of season tune-up before jetting off to California. This shop offered various levels of maintenance, bronze, silver and platinum. Anne’s bicycle only required some lite bronzing, while mine was given an upgraded silver level. Anne seemed somewhat miffed at this disparity and viewed my bike’s level of maintenance with envy. I just figured that my bicycle had seen more action and consequently needed more work done.

OK Boomers

New Grand Nephew Sweaters

There’s a moment when looking at your elders that they go from distinguished to dowdy. And then it hits you: They don’t realize that they’re old. So how do you know when it’s happening to you? There are a few signs. None more visceral than the aches and pains that you wake with the morning after hanging with young people. That’s us now. We did at least get to sleep in today. Today will be a rest day. Enough said. Now it is time to turn ourselves to reveling in our senior hood. Time to travel or at least plan our next trip or two. I’ve mentioned already our planned turkey day excursion to points east. That will be a road trip. Our next one will be a bit more. Before the pandemic, we had begun snow birding. Covid put a halt to that, but now I think it is time to revisit those southern climes. We started out with Florida and then the Virgin Islands, which turned out to be sort of international. You had to go through customs to get back home. This time I’m thinking even farther afield, Costa Rica. We’re not dead yet!

Batty

Batts

Sunday, Anne spent all day learning how to make batts, fun, colorful, fancy batts. Batting is normally used as filling for the quilts that she makes, but these batts are more decorative, too decorative to cover-up. She and Joanie took a class on the subject that was given by a woman whose company is the Foldout Cat. Anne was showing me her day’s work. Also in the class was another fabric artist that had taught Anne the art of dyeing, many years ago. Anne is also seen modeling her newest knitting creation, a colorful new sweater, finished just the day before. She got lots of complements. She also bought some yarn. Surprise!