In choosing what comes with me, I have run across my mending pile. The men in my life love to work outdoors, cutting trees, building roads, fixing vehicles, whacking weeds, planting gardens. With this work comes wear and tear on their work pants.
I mend the holes that come from spilled battery acid and pockets caught on branches.
There is one hole that I cannot seem to keep up with however: The stepping-into-the-tractor full crotch blow out.
I am afraid these pants have seen their last mends. It is time to demote some other less holey blue jeans into work clothing, and these will go to our land fill, where they will decompose into methane gas and power our local university. Really.
The resident artist's studio at Searsport Shores is a little fantasy come to life: Astrig and Steve have built a large sunny art room equipped with long counters, tons of floor space, a dye kitchen, sleeping quarters upstairs, and a porch that runs the length of the studio. Oh, and it's a hop and a skip from the ocean.
My plan is to sew and dye up a storm. I will be teaching simple hand sewing to the campers in hopes they will feel confident to mend their worn clothing, or so they may go home with a fun and useful item like this:
A toasty potholder, made from old sweaters. Or mittens, or a hat. Stay tuned.
And if you would like to have your own artist's retreat, take a look at the brand new artist's cabins they just added: Your fantasy can come true also.