I have noticed over the years that some of my friends hold their creative side almost secretively – where as mine is out there for all to see. Quilts lie in every room in my home. And now that I can knit, it’s on my body.
So last Thursday, was the official “kick-off” of the bon-voyage parties for us. It started with the book club that I am in, follow by a party on Friday night with friends that we know from the girls’ school. Saturday night we hosted a “leaving party” for Gin and Vermouth.
I have 2 friends here that paint. They are beautiful artists. They made this painting to hang in our new Whiskey Room.* The man in the middle is The Shaker, and I think, I am to the right of him wearing the pearls. Again, I just found out in the past year that they paint!
Then I found out literally a few months ago that a woman in my book club “throws pottery.” I had no idea! And this woman talks a lot in our book club gatherings. But no mention, until recently, that she throws pottery!
And lastly, I have an American friend here who has just recently learned how to paint in the “Hindeloopen” style. There is a small village in the northern part of The Netherlands called Hindeloopen for which this name and style comes from. I made a “trade” with her this past Christmas for a hand-painted Hindeloopen Christmas ornament; I made her a Christmas Star. I say trade because she was making these only for her family. I needed to have one of these. I apologize for no photo of the Christmas ornament; instead you will have to see the wooden clog that she just made for me instead:
I said recently about dying yarn and how I know that I will get “completely wound up” by the distribution of color. These women know this. I tried pottery many years ago – ok, middle school - and I got complete frustrated with the wheel. I have never tried it again. So I am always impressed with people who can mix colors, do beautiful brushwork and put this all on a piece of canvas. And people that can throw pottery, make the perfect bowl and then add color! These gifts to us are sacred – thank you.
But last and not least, it all started almost 8 years ago with this very first leaving gift from the quilting bee that I was in – “Chicks with Pins.” This is where Olive and I met. Olive’s block is the one with the “North Carolina Hurricanes chicken.”
The Martini Knitter
*We call our living room “The Whiskey Room.” This room has a fireplace, our book library, and a bar. I am not sure how we came up with the name, The Whiskey Room but the name “living room” sounded too formal. It is my favorite room to knit in - it is just “gezellig!"