Go West

I take off Friday for a week teaching at John C. Campbell Folk School in the mountains of North Carolina https://www.folkschool.org. The school is near a tiny town called Brasstown snuggled in the western-most point of the state about equidistant between Knoxville and Atlanta. Fortunately they'll let me drive a rental car (my 19 year-old Toyota manual truck sans radio dislikes altitude) so I can wend my leisurely way along the 11 1/2 hour drive from the coast westward.

We'll be holding a five-day class/study called Eclipses and Meteor Showers. It's a fancy name for any creative combination of a simple star block and the quarter circle in a square unit of the traditional Drunkard's Path block. Eight adventurous souls have signed up and I can't wait to teach in this beautiful environment.

The photo left is of a quilt called Eclipse that I made about 15 years ago. What's happening now on the design wall is a little different...it's called Meteor Shower and will be my main work this coming week. Certainly not a tidy composition like Eclipse but it's like classical music devolving to jazz. As I quilt longer I get a bit looser.

Lest I forget the buggers, I took a number of pictures of Gipsy and Earl this morning. She's a typical mackerel tabby but he's a crazy Siamese-ish color scheme and is evidently developing a spotted coat. Like I'd ever forget those faces!

From the TMI (too much information) department.
My kittens may need a a 12 step program. Earl has finally learned what a cat box is for but that's all he'll do. I think it's the same Y-related chromosome as the one for "leaving the toilet seat up" that human males possess. Gipsy is the enabler. Like a true older sister, she trots along and goes, "Ewww, Earl!" and does the covering honors. No, I did not photograph this farce.