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Time Warps

“Time Warps: Textiles from Today’s Weavers.”  What a catchy title for the biennial exhibition of works by the Connecticut Guild of Handweavers.

I’ve been looking forward to seeing this exhibition since I got the first announcement back in March.  Nothing like cutting it close, since I am going on the last day it is on view!  Whew!

This is from the Connecticut Historical Society’s event page on their website:

Time Warps: Textiles from Today’s Weavers

April 20, 2013 – May 17, 2013

This juried exhibit of handwoven goods displays the work of contemporary weavers who use both historical and modern techniques and designs. The Biennial Show organized by the Handweavers’ Guild of Connecticut includes articles of clothing (scarves, shawls, jackets), decorative pieces (wall hangings), and household items (table runners, rugs, towels, blankets). The work is produced by members of the Handweavers’ Guild of Connecticut, an organization of handweavers, spinners and fiber artists from all levels of experience who are dedicated to the education, preservation, and promotion of handweaving and spinning.

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What they don’t mention is that Nancy Hoskins was one of the two jurors for this show.  And what a wonderful surprise to see two of her pieces hanging in the show, both Byzantine portraits done in samitum.

There were two rooms of woven items, everything from tailored clothing, wall hangings, rugs, shawls, table linens, even a couple of wonderful soft sculptures.  This is what greeted me when I entered the first room.

The rugs are particularly well displayed in these elevated cases on the floor.  The items on the walls are displayed coming out of frames, which is a great idea, but would have been considerably better if the frames had been chosen to match the width of the items.  Some of the shawls are ‘crumpled up’ in the frames, and I think that looks messy.

There are some wonderfully creative works on display.  The two wonderful soft sculptures are Penelope sitting on a stool, holding her shuttles, with wild, jet black hair sticking straight out from her head and wrapped in yarn to make little pigtails.  (I would love to show you, but I really can’t without permission!)  The other wonderful soft sculpture is a felted owl standing on a perch.  He is beyond description!

I was so inspired by the work in this exhibit!  I’m not sure you can imagine what it felt like to walk through two rooms full of handwovens when I’ve been in such a very different living situation for almost 9 months.  All that intense color and texture and fiber.  It was a rush!

And tomorrow I will go to the last guild meeting of the year (my first and last this year).  Bring it on!

There’s No Place Like Home…

There really isn’t.  And to top it off it’s May in New England.

My sister had offered to meet me at the airport.  It would just be the two of us; we’d have dinner afterward so she could catch me up on her family and her long solo stint of taking care of our aging and difficult mother.

Instead, she and my sons planned a larger family gathering to greet me.  Seven  family members were waiting for me when I arrived, and because my flight was late all the other people waiting for loved ones had gotten in on the act.  So, I arrived to a crowd of clapping bystanders, who were shouting, “Welcome home, Mom!”  I was completely confused, which is a very good thing, because otherwise I would have cried…

Mother’s Day weekend was about as perfect as possible.  The kids and I went to the annual Garden Club sale at the little park in the center of town, and we worked in the garden cleaning up the debris from winter and planting my purchases from the sale.  It was a wonderful homecoming!

Today I plied the brilliant saffron mohair that I spun in the Bahamas.  Here it is with the mohair skeins from Persimmon Tree that I plan to use with it.  I’m envisioning a fall jacket….

 

 

Last Day

We are anchored in Marsh Harbor on the eve of my flight home, surrounded by the winning combination of boats flying foreign flags.  The three closest boats to us are flying flags from Norway (Bodo…that last “O” has a line through it, like a zero), New Zealand, and Thailand.  Wow....

After four months in the tropics I am really tan.  My feet are a little frightening actually…. Bob has always said I have macaroni toes, and now they are whole wheat macaroni.  Time to get my feet back into shoes!

Tomorrow at this time I might be getting ready to sleep in my cloud bed. I am definitely going to give my washing machine a BIG hug and kiss….first thing, when I walk in the door!

Dinner at Curly Toes with another beautiful sunset!

Farewell to Hope Town

Today I will begin organizing what I’ll take home with me, and tomorrow we will head back to Marsh Habor to do laundry, restock the larder for the arrival of our next guest, and get me close to the airport where I will end this journey.  I can’t really believe this is happening.

A few last sights of Hope Town, definitely the prettiest settlement in all the Bahamas!

All the houses are painted wonderful pastel colors down here.

Walking through the north end of town along the “road” better suited to golf carts than to any bigger vehicles.

Farewell to the dramatic skies and thunderstorms we are having every day this month!

I will definitely miss my daily visit to the pool at Hope Town Marina!

Farewell to the lovely gardens, the exotic scent of gardenia and jasmine and things I cannot name…..and colorful hibiscus and bougainvillea!

And seeing Pandora at the end of a lovely street of colorful houses and gardens!

Until next year……

2725 Miles….

Yep, it’s true.  Hard to believe that I have sailed 2725 miles over the past 9 months.

I cannot deny that this trip has had a steep learning curve for me, and I think the first couple of months down here I was so focused on coping that it was hard to see the larger picture.  We headed south determinedly, and did  the more remote areas first. Now that we’re in the Abacos, everything seems so easy!  Short sailing distances, lots of provisions, more forgiving weather….

Once I got past how hard things were going to be and got a little experience under my belt, I had time to take a look around me.

The community of sailors is about as small as the community of tapestry weavers.  There just aren’t a lot of us. I have tried to find the number of personal sailing craft that have cleared customs in the Bahamas for the winter of 2013, but I can’t find an answer to that yet.  Seasoned sailors who have been coming down here for years tell me that it’s usually between 1500 and 2000 boats.  In the vast world of people taking some leisure time or vacation time, this is a very small number.

I’ve been keeping track of the foreign home flags down here, though, of course all of us are foreigners.  Canadians just might outnumber Americans down here this year, but both nationalities are certainly the majority.  I noticed that many Quebecois do not fly a home flag at all, and I have heard a number of times (but not from the Quebecois themselves) that there are some political reasons for this.  Beyond Canada and the US, we have seen flags from Germany, Switzerland, France, the UK (they are not keen on flying their home flag either!), Denmark, Sweden and Norway.  Oh, I almost forgot South Africa….now that is a journey. It’s a cultural melting pot down here!

It is no surprise that the visitors down here are almost entirely from northern climates.  However, just yesterday we noticed a flag we did not recognize flying on the stern of the boat right next to us in Hope Town.  It is from Suriname.  Where’s that??  It’s on the northern coast of South America, between Guyana and French Guiana (I had to google this!), and it’s the only South American country that has Dutch as its national language.  We hope to meet the Surinamian couple later this morning.

Here is the flag:

Another surprise to me is the list of home ports on the US boats.  I expected to see mostly boats from the East Coast… maybe a few boats from the West Coast, those adventurous sailors who would cross a hemisphere and go through the Panama Canal.  Maybe even a few boats from the Great Lakes. And yes, boats from these places are certainly down here.  The surprise is how many US-flagged boats down here have home ports that are completely land-locked.  There are boats from Iowa (no kidding!), Arkansas, Kentucky! We just met a couple who split their time between their house in Montana and the boat they just bought in Florida.  I’m just naming a few.  I’ve seen lots of boats from Texas, with home ports no where near the Gulf Coast–Ft. Worth, Austin… Right now there is a boat in Hope Town harbor with a home port of Boulder City, Nevada!

In talking to some of these travelers, we’ve learned that the lure of sailing can entice those who’ve never been anywhere near a coast. I can’t imagine buying a boat and immediately heading offshore, but there are a good number of folks down here who don’t know much about sailing and are not yet familiar with their brand new boats.  Now that’s a learning curve.

The experienced cruisers we’ve met are a marvelous group of people. They are out to explore, not to exploit.  They are are impressively self reliant and very generous with their hard earned knowledge. I cringe at the thought of making stereotypes, but there just aren’t that many of them and they seem to have similar goals and values: to leave a clean wake, to be respectful of the cultures they are visiting, and to help others in need by sharing their sailing knowledge… or even their supplies, or by lending a helping hand. Bob and I have been the recipient of tremendous help from these seasoned sailors. It has made a world of difference to me.

 

 

 

 

 

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