I decided to take classes totally out of my typical creative comfort zone….
First was Block Printing with Lizzy House. (who by the way is very sweet & quite funny and a fabulous fabric designer to boot)
We drew a little…. jogged our creative minds and then created stamps using carving tools & linoleum blocks. I *loved* this class. Oh the things that are piling up in my mind to be created with stamps, ink & fabric.
I've never been creative in a group setting before, well except knitting groups, but that's different. It was very inspiring to see what everyone came up with. Especially Kate, who professes to be unartistic and carved this huge fantastic owl stamp. Uhm…. uncreative? I think not.
Every meal time held the opportunity to see what everyone was up to. We shared projects on the gallery table and it was ever so fun to see everyone's treasures. I seriously wish I could have taken several other classes…. just so much goodness to soak up!
Day two of classes was The Three Tools with Terri who said in the beginning of the class something like "power tools are like a sewing machine, they're just louder." How can you not love that statement?
She let us invade her home, studio and make super sweet tool boxes AND even fed us all lunch. Her studio is truly a dream place to hang out it. I want one just like it when I'm all grown up. What a fabulous woman to spend a day with!
my creative furry sidekick, Pete the cat
power tools…. yes, that's me in the gnome hat…
So what kind of tool box did I make?
Well I was feeling awfully grateful for that sweet husband of mine… home alone with 4 kids in the sweltering heat….. what a great guy you know? So I made him a homebrew six pack holder. Reclaimed wood & leather and a hinge for fun. The perfect thing to tote his homebrew to a shin-dig to share it. And while on the trip my mama & I managed to find some incredible Maine Beer and a whole lot of other treats to tuck inside it.
Our last day was a yoga class with Michelle…. which I have no pictures of. It was a wonderful way to wrap up the classes and I really hope to bring the practice into my daily rhythm now that I'm home. Somewhere between finally doing a proper downward dog and relaxing on my mat next to the fire my heart melted into a grateful puddle. A beautiful calm, that I am still hanging on to.
See you tomorrow 🙂