Its been tough keeping up with the blog and my “Make Art Everyday” challenge. I’ve done fairly well keeping up with the art, but not so well with posting. So, I’m going to post today and try to catch up with all that I’ve done, starting today:
Monday, Nov 16 – Nothing yet, I have a quilt pin basted waiting for me to start quilting.
Sunday, Nov 15 – Assembled the backing and pin basted a quilt. It has been more than 2 years since I’ve worked on a large quilt. Can’t talk too much about it because spies may blow 
the surprise on me. Sorry, no photos either.
Saturday, Nov 14 – Finished knitting a “clutch” from recycled silk sari yarn (no pattern, I just made it up as I went along). Now all it needs is a lining to hold its shape and I have a hand bag ready for an evening out.
Friday, Nov 13 – Started the silk sari clutch and cooked Greek Moussaka. I’m calling cooking an art. I don’t do it very often (specialty meals anyway) 
and it felt good to shop for new ingredients and assemble the meal. And above all it was quite tasty. Sorry, no photos of dinner either, this is not the FoodNetwork.
Thursday, Nov 12 – Played with polymer clay molds. In a future post, I’ll show you the finished clay pieces. It was fun experimenting with different products that create molds.
Wednesday, Nov 11 – Happy Veteran’s Day – Made 3 new pincushions. Needle and wet felted flowers on a wool pincushion that has been embellished with needle felted wool fibers and novelty yarn. I’ve posted all 3 on 
my etsy store (NanetteSayZ), if you’d like to buy one just click the link (here).
After counting backwards, I’m now caught up to where I left you last week.
What am I discovering through this challenge? I’m discovering that I make a lot of things. Constantly switching back and forth between projects. I need that variety, but it also makes my brain run more scattered. If you’ve never experienced the passion of creating art, it may be difficult to understand why some of us MUST keep creating.
Creating brings me closer to my family. I can give them something tangible of me. Memories fade, but materials things do not. I can remember my mother, father and grandmothers…but when I see or touch things the thoughts are clearer. Especially, if the thing is something that has a relation to my loved ones. When I see the old wooden spools of thread I have in my sewing drawer, I remember dad trying to hem his pants on the old black Singer machine. His safety glasses hang near my desk and I think of him sweaty and full of saw dust (the artist using other fibers). I find old quilt blocks that belong to grandma and I think of the Sun Bonnet Sue quilt she made for me. There are good thoughts and memories in my creations. I’m glad I can share them with people.