Saturday

Saturday was the perfect day to play outside. And play I did in a charming little Connecticut town nearer the coast which hosts a bevy of artists and one very fine eating establishment.

While I enjoyed the company of a good friend, strolling along the street, chatting and buying gifts for the season, a bundle of cotton and rusty bits was playing its own game at home.

Once again, in the quiet of the morning, I danced in the studio to another rusty tune...a sea shanty sort of tune about discovering buried or bundled treasures.

As I sit here at my desk, viewing the yesterday's results, the lines...or stripes made by masonry nails is catching my eye and asking for more...more lines, more stripes.

The stripeys agree, of course. 

Stripeys

One of my favorite blogs is Be...Dream...Play by Elizabeth Bunsen. Her daily journal pages amuse, inspire, and instill awe in this lowly fiber artist. If you follow Elizabeth's blog, you've seen the stripeys pop up now and then...sometimes mentioned, sometimes settled quietly in the background, but present. As much as I love Elizabeth's journal pages, it's the stripeys that have captivated me.

You already know that I'm a rust junky. Well, I'm a stoner too. Yes. I like rocks of all shapes, sizes and patterns. Cairns hold me spellbound...especially these by a friend of mine.

When I realized that Elizabeth was selling her stripeys, the temptation was too great. Emails were exchanged and yesterday this arrived.

Thank you Elizabeth! The stripeys are wonderful and so are all the little surprises that you tucked in!