and yet another button book

This one is for writing your wishes.

Last night Mark and I went out to Tasca de Plata in Canton.   We had tapas and Sangria, and watched flamenco dancers.   The food was good, the deserts were amazing, the dancers energetic and beautiful, but the really strange part is the restaurant is a former diner.   The poor owners are trying to make this chrome and glass shiny diner look dark and Spanish and ornate, and it’s not quite comin’ off.   Maybe they’ll do well enough that they can move to another location.       It made for a very fun evening, though.


And the forsythia is in bloom!

I had to paint it!

I lied.   The only forsythia that is in bloom is the few sprigs I cut last week and brought in the house.   But having a little spring in the house is nice.   Mark calls it “forced-sythia”.

Decorated cloth

This is what I spent most of my time at the retreat working on:

I just rubber stamped the heck out of a plain piece of cloth.

I also made “take the bunny by the ears” from bunnies I had left over from a previous piece.

And I printed this guy.   My friend Lynn made a screen of him from one of my images, a really cool present!!   Thank you, Lynn!

Our artists' retreat

A group of us got together for a retreat Saturday, we called it “funk up your fabric”.

This is Mary, who put the whole thing together.   Thank you, Mary!

This is the piece Mary worked on all day, amazing, isn’t it?

Kate, very happy to be playing with fabric.

The contemplative and beautiful Lynn, who managed to make some beautiful fabric despite having had a really bad day on Friday.

Von, who spent the day in the corner making beautiful lengths of fabric.

Steph, working away.

Her sister Sid, eating lunch.   Lunch was a potluck.   It’s not like lunch is the important thing, we just bring a few things to keep us going.   How dare you imply that with us it’s all about food.   That’s not true.   No, I’m not going to show you the food table.   There was barely anything on it anyway.

Oh, alright.

Yes, this is only half of it, I couldn’t put fit it all in one photograph.   We do know how to eat.

Where I stood..

No, this isn’t another post about how much I hate snow.   This is me celebrating Mardi Gras.   Last night there was a big Mardi Gras celebration downtown Plymouth, and Mark and I caught the tail end of it.   Let me tell you, it was just like being in New Orleans!!   Well, except for the weather.   It was cold.   And snowy.

They had a band.   Steve King and the Dittilies.   This band always rocks the house, even playing with gloves on their hands.   Admittedly, it wasn’t New Orleans kind of music, more old rock and roll.   That was a little different than New Orleans.

And there were only about 50 people there, so that was different than New Orleans.   And Mardi Gras doesn’t actually happen until Tuesday (that’s why it’s called Fat Tuesday), so that was different.   There wasn’t any crawfish etouffee, gumbo, beignets, or any such food, so that was different.   There was a decided lack of debauchery, drugs, alcohol, floats, parades, costumes and women were barely exposing their noses, not to speak of sexier body parts, so that was different.   But other than that, it was pretty much Mardi Gras all over the place, that is to say they were giving away beads.

After Mark and I left the wildness that was Mardi Gras, we went to the Liberty Street Brewery, where an interesting jam band called Baked Potato was tearing it up, and I quaffed a couple of Foreign Extra Stouts, a truly wonderful beer.   They also have a steam beer right now called Steamy Windows, and though I love the name, I have to stick with the stout.

Earlier in the day I went to an artists’ retreat.   I will show you pictures from that tomorrow.

A lovely day

Mark and I went to a lovely party at Janice and Marko’s yesterday, the have a beautiful house and an amazing collection.   We had a wonderful time!

Before going to the party, we did some cemetery browsing.   We went through Woodlawn   and Evergreen Cemeteries, they were beautiful.

Today I’ll show you the doors to some of the mausoleums, tomorrow I’ll show you some statues.