Peering into the final dyepot.
Part of the patchwork of the 15 nine-squares the class laid together on the floor. Mine is the one in the bottom right corner.
The second book and two final fabric bundles come out of the dyepot.
I don’t mind that I nearly destroyed the La Pointe Cemetery through impatient handling and poor protection in the dyepot – the beautiful decay is fitting for the object’s inspiration.
One of the prettiest spreads in my first book.
I used the drip paper to make a protective cover for the La Point Cemetery book and sew pages into the first book.
I am done. I am exhausted. I am full to the brim with goodness. I hug India and say goodbye to my new friends, the friendliest and most soul lifting group I have ever studied with.
Waiting for the ferry. What the heck is that red stuff in the water? Is it natural?
Brenda drives C___ and me to Duluth to pick up the shuttle to Minneapolis. What a generous, lovely woman. As we wait at the Duluth Radisson on the patio, I notice the subject of a recent Facebook photo making the rounds – the outside of the Duluth Public Library.
C___ and I collapse into our hotel room in Minneapolis. I have deep and pleasant dreams.