|The Atrium area where we had breakfast every morning|
|View from our suite looking south through Old Town|
Our class for the first day was Candace Kling’s Ribbon Flowers. She is so awesome! You will see pictures of some of her flowers scattered throughout the backgrounds of some of the pictures I post. You can also see many on Candace’s website. Naturally, I won’t post all the pictures of her work that I took for my own personal use. But if you every have the opportunity to take a class from Candace, take it!
|Some of my near-completed flowers|
By the way, next May Candace is teaching a “miniature” ribbon class, which are smaller-sized forms, perfect for CQ. It will be held at at Nancy’s Sewing Basket in Seattle (there is, however, a pre-requisite of having taken one of her classes previously).
|Allie’s Class Sample|
|Allie working with Rhonda Perry. At left: Toni J|
The third and fourth days of the Retreat were our long-awaited 2-day stitching class with the one and only Miss Carole Samples. Oh my! I wish I could just record her lovely soft voice and play it as background “music” when I work! She must be about the sweetest, most gentle soul I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.
Gerry K gave Miss Carole one of her paisley Victorian Pin Cushions. Paisleys are her favorites, and Miss Carole was brought nearly to tears, but was definitely speechless and overwhelmed. Then Ingrid gave her a crystal-headed pin to put in it!
|Miss Carole and me|
|Miss Carole with Ingrid and Freema|
Above and below: Some of the seams I stitched as class exercises. They are not complete.
I have lots more to show you tomorrow, like candid photos of old and new friends, some gorgeous eye candy from the Show and Share, pictures from Miss Carole’s talk on Wednesday evening, and from Gerry’s button class on Thursday evening.
But for now, nighty-night. I snapped this picture of the building next door from out the window by my hotel bed. I think it could pass for 1938 (or whatever). I kept expecting to see Dick Tracey or Humphrey Bogart or some other character strike a pose under the street lamp!
|The street lamp illuminated the stark, cold evening . . .|