The life of Pi(llow)

The movie I saw on an airplane after the book I red in India. I liked both. My husband did not. But my imagination is big and I love to escape in my own world, so it fitted me. The same with this pillow, this little write up is about the life of this Pi(llow). … Continue reading The life of Pi(llow)

Fabricated forest

Living the simple life, far off and working the land hard needs to be counterbalanced. What's better than a tour by own powered strenght and... embroidery. Here, 'Fabricated forest' was made.

Leah & Judah

Once settled I thought I’d have no stories to tell about the embroidered pieces of fabric. Well, I do. Not traveling does not mean that nothing happens. Yet, this story behind this pouch is rather sad. This piece of fabric, dyed with black walnut, and stitched with a Japanese kogin pattern was meant to try … Continue reading Leah & Judah

Work-Away at a Paraguayan farm

I am going back in time with this story: being at the end of my 5 year cycling trip, in 2019. I was tired. I needed a stop from cycling and constant moving. I did not know that the farm I halted would bring me a husband. This post is also about a piece of … Continue reading Work-Away at a Paraguayan farm

Pouch Filadelfia

Sweltering sweaty days and equal nights where the temperature hovered between 35 and 43 degrees were not the best circumstances to sleep in fully equipped but a very warm room with rickety air-condition. Our friend Marilyn offered us the room at the side of her neatly brick build house for no costs and to keep … Continue reading Pouch Filadelfia

Pouch Willhopper Road

A certain technique, a certain stitch, a certain weirdness about the time we were in (read Covid) was what it took to get this pouch done (even quickly so). My husband and I were so-called hobo’s, vagabonds, homeless. Our dwellings were in the woods of Florida. Our neighborhood consisted of a Health Park for the … Continue reading Pouch Willhopper Road

Pouch Maryvilla

This pouch has seen exceptional beauty. From sweltering heat to high rising plains. I wanted this pouch to equal that beauty. Of course, pouches can not 'see', yet, the mirrors might.