Wednesday evening I'm off to Art Fiber Fest in Port Townsend. What a crazy time for a weekend away. The sale of our house closes on the 27th and our new house on the 28th. Then we have two days to move. Then, add Halloween and two of my kids birthdays. Did I say my life is a little crazy. I'm just hoping that it wont take me long to decompress from all the house sale stress and I will be able to relax and enjoy my time away. I'm thinking I might need to sneak a little wine into my suitcase just in case.
I have quite the suitcase of supplies. I spent the weekend gathering everything on my supplies list and also packing my studio to move. I wasn't very selective about what went into the suitcase. I figured I might as well take all my fabric paints and paintbrushes, all my colored pencils and pens, all my painted fabric. My husband was teasing me that I wouldn't be able to lift the bag. I told him it has wheels. Plus, it isn't nearly as heavy as some of those moving boxes of magazines I packed.
I'm very excited and a little nervous about going to, as my family calls it, art camp. I think the only time I have ever been somewhere overnight where I didn't know anyone was back in high school when I visited Boston to check out MIT. I'll only be an hour away from home and I'm familiar with the area this time, so it shouldn't be nearly as scary and lonely. And hopefully fiber artists aren't nearly as intimidating as a bunch of college students to a shy high schooler.
I made a bunch of treasure boxes filled with "dreams" to trade at camp. I love the pile of bright colors and textures and all the wonderful secrect they hold. My fingers love to stack them. I love to play with the beads. They are just so little and fun! Hopefully, others will think so to.