While the kids dabbled in the sea, the grandmas stopped by the local brocante as usual. If I still made yarn, I would've bought the primitive spinning wheel.
And I'm considering the large, odd-shaped copper teapot sitting in the middle of the center table. Very heavy and unusual in shape.
My favorite remains the horse-
head knocker, however, I have nowhere to put it.
We celebrated a birthday with another one of those beautiful cakes that my friend makes.
This one was simple, elegant, and delicious. Everyone got a sugar high and bounced off the walls, including me.
Of course, I took along my stitching for lost moments of quiet time. I finished one wing of the Wing Cloth.
The idea of doing a mirror image (although not an exact copy) annoys me, but the piece demands it.
So I'll now set it aside for a rest and work on something else for awhile.
Early in the morning I managed to find some sketching time while everyone slept. Looking out the window onto the beach at Hammamet (Tunisia): As usual, it drove me nuts to work so small and on paper, however, I was pleased that I had taken time in the end.
And while I sketched and then stitched I thought about a page for my textile sketchbook with turquoises and golds, and remembered four machine stitched shells I made a long time ago. It's time to use them.
Then, rather suddenly, things went topsy-turvy. While beginning to think about returning home after such a leisurely break, we heard the news that another political assassination had taken place in Tunis, so we rushed home. Funny how a day can start so pleasantly and end with such worry. A national general strike was called. Another page for the textile sketchbook is now required, a marking of the passage of major events...
Linked to Nina Marie's "Off the Wall Friday."