Showing posts with label Meet-Ups. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Meet-Ups. Show all posts

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Class Reunion


Two years ago, a few women, most of whom had not met face to face, got together for a day of art and fun and conversation at Penny's house in Keyes, CA. Today, two years almost to the day later, we got together again, a few of us missing and one new face joining us. The fun was as lighthearted and happy today as it was at the past meet-up. Our group was smaller but the joyful laughter of women at play was just as great. Here is our little group.
Back row from left is Jane (New York visitor and the catalyst for these meet-ups) Charlotte, yours truly, and Denise - our new face. Front row from left is Aileen, Penny (Jane's hostess) and Lotus, Charlotte's daughter.
Aileen hosted our class today and taught us the intricacies of working with metal clay. We all came away with 6-7 silver charms made by our own hands. I haven't taken a picture of mine yet but will soon and will get them posted in the next couple of days.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Truer words . . .

. . . were never spoken.

I had no idea when I posted the bird out on a limb that it would be a foreshadow of something that will be consuming my life for a while. I will be posting about it shortly as well as our beautiful visit with Lea and Milt and the fun of the Calabash Festival. But I'm at work now and have a lot to think about regarding George, friendship, sacrifice, and compassion; not to mention the approaching one year anniversary of the passing of my mother. October is such a beautiful month. After the last few days though, I'm discovering that I will approach next October with a certain degree of dread since trouble always seems to come in threes. In the meantime, here are a few lovely pictures of Santa Rosa, the festival, and a friend.

Beautiful sunshine

Charming Cottages

Nature's Bounty.

Beautiful Lea with friend, Hesperia
A Helping Hand
A Helping Heart
Living brightly in the world
but also in a world apart.




Please remember George.
Every thought is a prayer