Friday, June 14, 2013

a peach

Last night the whole state suffered a rash of violent storms with trees downed and power outages everywhere. We here in the holler escaped with some ugly skies and a little rain. Today everyone reaped the reward of a perfect weather day, so rare in Georgia they should be named like hurricanes.

I did spend the entire morning in the studio but not a minute in the stitching chair. I was cutting up and packaging prints to send up to market in NY.

My dear Goodman (on his birthday yet) gave me an idea, the kind where you slap yourself on the forehead and realize that the rock in the path that  you've been tripping over every day is actually a big fat diamond. Time to get out the polishing cloth.

3 comments:

deemallon said...

what is a 'holler'? is it a protected area, like a little valley?

Deb said...

yep, guess it's southern mountain dialect or accent for hollow...in the lea of the hill..of course our cell service is shitty too.

tiedyejudy said...

Glad you were not in the thick of the storm! And the idea sounds wonderful!