On our way back home from Syringa Provincial Park, we spent a couple of hours in Castlegar, British Columbia — the Sculpture Capital of Canada. (They’ve actually trademarked that line.)
We were duly impressed!
For five years now, Castlegar has hosted a Sculpture Walk with entries from local and international artists. The public is invited to look at all of the sculptures and vote for a favorite. The sculpture with the highest vote tally is purchased by the city and put on permanent display. How cool is that?
All 32 sculptures in the 2014 event are available for sale ($3,000 – $36,000 CND; most are in the 3-15K range) and occasionally a business will purchase one. Tim Horton’s has a hockey player sculpture (of course) and this awesome sculpture made of gears and whatnot is on permanent display in front of another business:
Speaking of foolish…
It was a perfectly lovely day to walk around and explore downtown Castlegar.
This post concludes our recent Canadian adventures over the 4th of July weekend — because all good Americans go to Canada to celebrate their independence, eh? If you missed them, here are the links for part one, part two, and part three.
Cassi is one of those blog friends who has also become an e-mail and facebook friend, and hopefully I will someday get to meet her in person. (There’s a decent chance for this since she lives only a couple of hours from my brother’s house.) She was kind enough to ask me if I might be willing to join in a Creative Blog Hop. I was honored to be asked and and she tagged me in her post, so here are my answers to the questions.
What am I working on?
I’ve been working on several projects for my booth at our local farmer’s market where I try to set up and sell a couple of times each month. My notecards are made from my own photographs mounted on cardstock and stamped on the back with a small emblem and signed with my first name. The stamp is often a rosebud that I color-coordinate with some colored pencils and ink stamping pens.
I started out making beaded lanyards (I wear mine daily at work) and eyeglass leashes (ditto) which I continue to make available for sale, but I enjoy branching out and stretching myself with new projects. A fun project I picked up in the past few weeks: barefoot sandals! They are surprisingly comfortable (I have unusually sensitive feet) and the first 2 models have turned out really cute.
However, I’ve been sidelined by making suncatchers:
This is a good time to mention that Pinterest has been both a blessing and a curse. There are more projects on my wish-list than I have time to devote to them.
Along with photography and beads, I also dabble in quilt-making (I’m a total newbie who flies by the seat of her pants) and simple scrapbooking — no Cricut machine or fancy sewing machine at my house. If it is fancy and takes an entire crate of supplies, I probably don’t do it, but I do manage to fill quite a few plastic bins and I am in possession of more stamping supplies, cardstock, and scrapbooking paper than I should confess to owning.
I’ve attempted knitting and nearly paid myself to quit. (It really was that bad.) My daughter-in-law and other friends tell me that I should try crocheting but I’m not sure they know what kind of monster that would unleash. Many years ago, I tried a bit of counted cross-stitch and if my eyesight doesn’t give out first, I might someday pick up that 10th anniversary gift for my husband and finish it… in time for our 50th wedding anniversary.
Clearly, my creative desires and imagination reach beyond my time constraints and even my motivation! Family does take up a fair amount of my day and night — I’ve been married for 27 years and we have four sons, ranging in age from 14 to 23 years old. I was very happily contented SAHM for 22 years while the kids were growing up and my husband was active duty military. Now he is retired, I worked myself out of the SAHM gig and into a part-time job as a church administrator, and the youngest is heading off to high school in September.
How does my work differ from others of its genre?
Up until recently, the only seed beads I purchased were Vintage Venetian Seed Beads. These are approximately one hundred years old and previously unused, having been in storage for many years. They originated from Murano, Italy, where there was a consortium of glass makers. (These are the seed beads you see in the photographs above and below.) I purchased quite a few grams of these seed beads already,and while I still have a fair amount in my possession, the main source of supply is beginning to “dry up.” Color me grateful for the occasionally foray into being a spendthrift!
While I do have a shop on Etsy, I know there are many people out there who are much, much more talented than I am. I enjoy making things for my own use, gifts for friends and family members, and being able to sell my creations on occasion is a surprise bonus.
How does your creating process work?
I am definitely an amateur in everything I do. Sometimes I will be inspired by something I saw on Pinterest or in a catalog, and at other times I simply have an idea or “picture” in my head of what I’d like to create with the camera or my hands; sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn’t. I seem to do a lot of creative dance steps: one step forward, two steps back, two steps forward, one step back… in quilting, this is called “unsewing” and I’ve decided to use the word “unbeading” when I am designing a new lanyard (or anything, really).
There are times when I am on a walk or a drive, or perhaps simply looking out my living room window, and I am overcome with the need to spill prose onto paper. If I put it off, the words fade from my brain and I lose them forever — so I’ve learned to stop and write if I am able to do so — but it is difficult to be driving across the state and write things down.
I can also go for days or even weeks without a creative urge. These dry times are disappointing but eventually they do end.
My creative friends:
I am tagging two creative friends. One I met first in person and then later read her blog, the other I met online and later proved to each other that neither was an ax murderer.
My friend Joanne is someone I met at scrapbooking retreats and with whom I recently enjoyed camping. She is the one who came up with the idea of painting rocks with the kids, crochets amazing slippers, and blogs at Trying to be Creative.
Gary is a blogger I met online soon after I began blogging in 2008 and my family enjoyed meeting him in person a few years later. (Click here for Gary’s blog post that experience.) Gary is a potter extraordinaire and an animal lover.
I’ve met some really fun friends while scrapbooking.
Twice a year, we get together and stay in what I’ve dubbed “the Cannuck Party Trailer” at a weekend scrapbooking event that takes place approximately halfway between my town and theirs. At the last crop, we discussed the possibility of me getting my family to join all of their families at a campground for a long weekend. I started working on my family with this plan right away, and within a few months it was “all systems go!”
The other gals all have RVs, but this was home-sweet-home for the weekend for my family. (Not pictured: SnakeMaster’s backpacking hammock where he slept.)
I really enjoy having older kids who no longer need nor want to share a tent with their parents. That big tent was designed to sleep 6 people, which is exactly how we used it for many years; now it is the master bedroom. I am, however, beginning the chant of “glamping” because I really don’t enjoy having to fully wake up, crawl out of bed AND out of a tent just to walk a quarter-mile to use a bathroom! Sure, on a starry night it is a lovely walk… but it can be difficult to go back to sleep upon return to bed.
Camping with other people has additional benefits beyond me , the lone female amongst males, having other women around for conversation. We share “camping hacks” (ideas that make camping easier, such as hanging your roll of paper towels from a bungee cord “rod” on the canopy over the picnic table — truly brilliant and I can’t believe we never thought of something so simple before), beverages, activities for the kid in all of us, and games.
The kids and moms painted rocks with acrylic paint. These two beauties above were crafted by Humorous-Juniorous, my 18yo son. He’s got some artistic talent. (What you do not see here is my attempt at sprigs of lilacs. Someone commented on it later on being a really nice purple tree… so at least there’s that amount of recognition.) One of my friends there is also a blogger, so I expect at some point she will post pictures of other rocks on her blog. She is also the one who made a jaunt into town for this box of supplies…
Now can you think of a project to do with a box of these edibles?
This is one game where everyone who plays is a winner.
I recommend the sour cream old fashioneds. I had one bite and it was worth every calorie. :)