Elephants on Parade is finished. Nope, not Republican elephants. These are happy batik elephants. I bought the center panel at the
Mountain Vally Quilt Shop in LaVeta, Colorado at the quilt shop in July.
I played with some decorative stitches and beads. I am going to have to learn how to do free motion quilting, I guess. Happy colors, happy elephants, happy quilt.
Sunday morning we headed to Scottsboro for the First Monday Art in the Park Sunday. Crazy name, but it is the art show on Sunday which coincides with the monthly trade day each first Monday on the Jackson County Couthouse square in Scottsboro. The biggest one of the year is always Labor Day weekend. This is such a typical hazy view as we drove east past Paint Rock on 72. We didn't ever make it to the trade day because it was too hot and humid and because we spent our money on baskets.
We saw the table of white oak baskets and hurried over. We have been buying from B. L. Kelly for about fifteen years now. He lives in Rainbow City, and he does all of the work himself on his baskets. He only goes to several shows each year, but he has a loyal following. He said he'd been busy all morning selling, and what we saw out on his tables was all he had left.
Mr. Kelly signs his baskets for us. I wonder how many he's made all together? I wonder how many we've actually purchased? Lots. We are thinking of gathering them all together in one place to take a picture. I asked him if he minded us taking pictures, and he said we weren't the first with a camera yesterday. He'd like us to send him some.
Mr. Kelly and his wife always recognize us and ask after our family. They told us they are closing in on sixty-three years of marriage. When I said they must have married young, he said he was sixteen, and she was seventeen. Who says marriages like that won't last! Let's see, we're closing in on thirty-three. In thirty years, we'll be about eighty-six. Hmmm.
Louie didn't get to go along, but he is enjoying his weekend too. Don't let this lap dog fool you into thinking he's innocent. He has his own baskets of toys, so he's discovered that if he dumps over baskets, they usually have something in them. If his leash basket is in his reach, he dumps it so that he can steal the plastic picker-upper poop bags. He also stands on his hind legs, strains to reach the kitchen table, and when he can knock the basket off, he's rewarded with paper napkins to steal. We've found trails of napkins through the house on more than one occasion.
Elephants on Parade is finished. Nope, not Republican elephants. These are happy batik elephants. I bought the center panel at the Mountain Vally Quilt Shop in LaVeta, Colorado at the quilt shop in July.
I played with some decorative stitches and beads. I am going to have to learn how to do free motion quilting, I guess. Happy colors, happy elephants, happy quilt.
Sunday morning we headed to Scottsboro for the First Monday Art in the Park Sunday. Crazy name, but it is the art show on Sunday which coincides with the monthly trade day each first Monday on the Jackson County Couthouse square in Scottsboro. The biggest one of the year is always Labor Day weekend. This is such a typical hazy view as we drove east past Paint Rock on 72. We didn't ever make it to the trade day because it was too hot and humid and because we spent our money on baskets. 
We saw the table of white oak baskets and hurried over. We have been buying from B. L. Kelly for about fifteen years now. He lives in Rainbow City, and he does all of the work himself on his baskets. He only goes to several shows each year, but he has a loyal following. He said he'd been busy all morning selling, and what we saw out on his tables was all he had left.
Mr. Kelly signs his baskets for us. I wonder how many he's made all together? I wonder how many we've actually purchased? Lots. We are thinking of gathering them all together in one place to take a picture. I asked him if he minded us taking pictures, and he said we weren't the first with a camera yesterday. He'd like us to send him some.
Mr. Kelly and his wife always recognize us and ask after our family. They told us they are closing in on sixty-three years of marriage. When I said they must have married young, he said he was sixteen, and she was seventeen. Who says marriages like that won't last! Let's see, we're closing in on thirty-three. In thirty years, we'll be about eighty-six. Hmmm.
Louie didn't get to go along, but he is enjoying his weekend too. Don't let this lap dog fool you into thinking he's innocent. He has his own baskets of toys, so he's discovered that if he dumps over baskets, they usually have something in them. If his leash basket is in his reach, he dumps it so that he can steal the plastic picker-upper poop bags. He also stands on his hind legs, strains to reach the kitchen table, and when he can knock the basket off, he's rewarded with paper napkins to steal. We've found trails of napkins through the house on more than one occasion.
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