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Monday, October 13, 2014

I'm stitching in the rain

Hello all and happy October. I know, it's been a while. I haven't been lazy, quite the opposite. For the past few months I have been working on a book that is turning into the longest book I've ever written. But, I will talk more about that in another blogpost.

Today I want to tell you about my little rainy adventure this weekend.

October heralds in many things around these mountains. Fall colors, cooler temps, pumpkins, the normal stuff. It also brings in the Harvest/Fall festivals. One of the best is held in historic Rogersville Tennessee. Rogersville happens to be one of the second oldest towns in Tennessee.....there are two, don't worry. Each year they hold an event called Heritage days. This event brings in vendors and music like many other fests this time of year. It also brings in demonstrators who showcase arts that are old but still practiced. Like fine soap making, iron working, toy making, and so on. Adding to that element of the event the Embroiderers Guild of America sets up a booth to demonstrate and teach embroidery to the passerby. And that is where I come in. Mom and I were the only two reps for the EGA available to sit and stitch this whole weekend.
Here's mom sitting at the booth we had just set up. If you look closely you can see three little pieces of embroidery near the front of the table, those were the items we were teaching.

The weekend was fun, but wet. Unfortunately this year the weather did not cooperate and decided to rain and rain a lot. But, it liked to tease as well. It would not rain, the sun would peak through a times, and it would pretend to be breaking up, then suddenly a dark cloud would come out of nowhere and pour all over everything. Since we had a lot of fiber-arts items we were rushing them to the middle of the table, covering them with towels, and waiting out the downpours.








Aside from the rain, the festival was a hit. People still came, the demonstrators still demonstrated, and the fun was still had.

We stitched all day Saturday and most of the day Sunday. Mom worked on several things, I focused on a single piece. I did a Chinese paper dragon.

I realized that two years ago at Heritage Days I sat and stitched a piece called Phoenix Dragon. Last year I stitched on my Blackwork Dragon. This year I worked on this Chinese Dragon...notice the trend. The people at Heritage Days are going to think that all I stitch are dragons.

Final assessment: We talked to a lot of people about embroidery and EGA. I taught one person to stitch. And I completed a piece start to finish over the weekend. I got to see some friendly faces that come to the fest each year. I got to meet some new friendly faces as well. I think it was a good event.

Now for some pictures... (well...more pictures.)










Above 4 pics: The festival has an art show that locals submit pieces to be included in. Three people put in embroidery, Mom, Elizabeth Smith, and me. All three of us are members of the EGA. First note the bottom right picture of the three pieces. Those are all the same pattern for a class project that all three of us participated in. Each person did theirs differently but completed the actual classwork. Second, note my nice dragon and the 2nd place ribbon next to him, yup, won again.






Above 2 pics: This is the main street of the festival. That is small, but historic, downtown Rogersville Tennessee. A quaint place to visit                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Above 4 pics: Ever wonder why they are called the Smokey Mountains? Here are some good examples. The rain caused the mountains to smoke. Between Rogersville and Morristown (where I live) there is this lovely, rustic little valley with a few farms, a few homes, some small local businesses, cows, and some short ridges of mountains/hills.  Though I was not too pleased with the rain during the event, I loved watching the effects on these old hills. This is why I tell people I live in the misty mountains.

Last is a picture I took that was both creepy and beautiful. It seemed to scream Halloween. So, I will finish with that.