A Busy, Creative Weekend
Sunday, June 15th, 2003Hi, all. What a busy and wonderful weekend it was!
Spinning Guild
Saturday morning, Tony picked me up and we went to Spinners Flock guild in Chelsea, Michigan. It’s about an hour and I like the drive talking to Tony, as much as the guild. This time we didn’t have to rush back to Lansing because I didn’t have to work at 2pm. Foster Center is closed weekends during the summer. So we chatted until the place was nearly empty, and we had our fill of conversation.
Tasty Lunch
We decided to go to Ann Arbor for lunch. We like to go to Whole Foods market, where they have a deli that is out of this world! Remember, I have this huge list of foods I can not eat, so many places are out of the question. This deli has all sorts of healthy and vegetarian foods, and all the foods are labeled with ingredients in the deli case so I can actually try several different items. It is great.
I had a sesame extravaganza: Baked sesame tofu (this was absolutely fabulous, I wish I could cook tofu to be even edible and this is positively gourmet). Then I got emerald sesame greens which is kale and garlic and sesame plus a few other flavors. Yum. And I got a sesame broccoli stir fry as well. Then I got a cookie that I could actually eat (no milk/butter or eggs or corn/shortening is a pretty tall order if you are baking) and I was in heaven! Tony got a greek spinach pastry and chicken pasta salad, and some dessert I can’t remember right now.
I got some european black licorice and some good japanese twig tea as well, and picked up a dill plant (two years ago I planted dill and it went nuts, last year I couldn’t even find a dill plant… this one was sort of tired and yellowing so I’m hoping for the best). I was in heaven.
Then we had to hurry home so that I would be there in time for Anne to pick me up for the Habibi concert in Dearborn! I got home 10 minutes before Anne came over, it was a dash to grab a costume and makeup so that I wouldnt’ make anyone late.
Dancing in Dearborn
We (Habibi Dancers) danced at the Arab International Festival in Dearborn, Michigan. It is my favorite venue all year. I love the crowd, the festival, the atmosphere. The people really enjoy us, they really know what we are doing and really appreciate it.
Our costumes sometimes confuse them, though, because we don’t wear what they might wear in Egypt or Lebanon… we make up a sort of glitzy style that sometimes includes fake coins and sometimes beads, and sometimes mirrors. The mirrors they think of as a decoration for camels! Coins mean “gypsy” or something sort of like it… which can be positive or derogatory depending on who you ask (we do learn dances from peoples whose culture earns most of their money dancing, and they do decorate themselves with their wealth for a number of reasons). So people often stop and ask who we are, what our costumes mean. (Picture is me as Eudora in a costume, part of which started as the top of a three-piece Indian outfit I got in Chicago. I made harem pants instead of the ones that came with it. Last I added a hip wrap which is a velvet shawl I got at the Asian market and added Indian bells around it.)
I spent time talking with several folks explaining to them them that we are Americans who do this type of dance because we honor and love the dance and the culture… but that we make our own costumes most of the time, they are not from the mideast. Thank goodness one of our dancers is Lebanese, whose first language was Arabic. So in a pinch we can go get her and she can explain further.
During the concert, one young lady maybe 8th or 9th grade, took a liking to me. She came in on the side of the tent where the dancers were rather than sitting where there was a better view of the show. She was so excited that she knew most of our songs! She told me that she had been in the US (from Lebanon) only about a year and that she just loved our music. She said that she didn’t have too many friends at school. Poor dear was lonely, but at our concert she felt she belonged. She could sing along with all the music, and clap and enjoy herself. She spontaneously hugged me several times, and she hugged my dance director as well, after her solo.
At the end of the show the young lady insisted on giving me her bracelet so that I could remember her. She wrote down her name for me, and the name of her sister. I gave her my business card so she could perhaps send an email from school or something. I’m glad that for one night she felt at home here in the US. It is hard enough being a kid that age, it must be much harder if your primary language is not the same as that of your teachers and a good number of your classmates. I’m wearing her bracelet right now.
Planning for Summer Handpainted Yarns & Fibers
Sunday I spent getting my ducks in a row for my summer dyeing season. I have a lot of rescheduling and planning to do, to get enough fiber/yarn dyed for the plans I have going. I’ll be selling at the Ann Arbor Art Fair, at the Ann Arbor Fiberart Guild booth. That is only in about 4 weeks. After that I have a few more plans that are not quite solid yet, and I also have to build it all onto my website so that people can buy online. (Picture is a roll of Merino-Cross Top that just finished drying, I’m pleased with the colorway.)
The First Really Summery Day
It was a great day. It hit 80 degrees which pleased me greatly. It was truly hammock weather! I got to be on the porch for a while while I was designing a sock and knitting the sample. I may have to rip it out and go up a needle size, but it is looking nice.
I got to take a walk with Brian to a local Chinese/Korean restaurant for dinner. It was very good. I still have to be careful what to order but it was delicious and I’m glad we went. Yum!
We were invited to a spontaneous gathering, friends had a bonfire and called us around dinnertime. However, I had so many other ducks to get into a row that we didn’t get out there. It would have been a great group of people, so I’m sorry we missed out.
Joy, the New Beetle, Shiny Again
Tomorrow I get my car back from the body shop, after a week. This is a gift, a delight. My beloved Joy will be “all better” and that makes me happy. (Thanks, Mom, for loaning me your car for 5 days during the busiest part of my week.)



Someone mentioned the
I am trying to stay very focused on my artwork and creative activities, so I bring you a picture from the past. Last January when Brian and I visited his sister,
In one of the newer retro-furniture stores there, we saw a chair that appeared to be knit of grass or a related material. It was pretty darned cool! Here is a full sized picture and a detail of the “knit” fabric. I actually was more tempted by a chaise lounge in the front window but we had no way to fly it home with us, so we went home empty handed.


I love you guys, you write to me and it makes me smile. I wish sometimes that I were not so socially-oriented, but I am. I love connecting with others, and I think usually this is a good thing. Anyway…
I am now working on a summer stole for a class I’ll be offering at Woven Art this summer. It has a very thin shiny rayon yarn as its unifying strand, with all sorts of “froofy” yarns (is froofy a word?) to go with it – shiny ribbon, eyelash of every sort, and a few others for interest. Very fun, very lively. All sorts of pinks, corals, fuschia, and a tiny bit of a soft green for variety. All handpainted by Nancy McRay. It should be great fun. Maybe you can tell from the picture of the “before” yarns, how lovely this piece will soon be.
Tonight I went to the dance concert for my Goddaughter, Sara. My, she is turning into the loveliest of young ladies at the age of 17. I’m grateful that her mother, Jo, invites me to all sorts of events, so that I can be an actively involved Godmother. I’m so happy to be in the kids’ lives. (This fuzzy picture I took of Sara in August 2001 when 
Road Trip
