Betsy Reed always has something new to share at each camp. Me thinks me needs to take more classes with her. She had the coolest idea for pouches and zipper bags to carry hooking tools, applique pieces for projects, even makeup in the plastic bags if you so choose.
Above are three adorable applique bags. Two are just wool with drawstring and one with a zipper top (on the far left).
Above shows a larger applique container and the pot under the flower is part of a sweater...how cool is that? The below photo shows the inside which is a purchased craft zipper bag. Then was hand stitched to the outside wool. Next time I go to Salisbury I'll need to check out Michael's to see if they have them.
Jeanne Benjamin (on the right) a teacher sharing our room. I had a class with her several years ago and purchased some delightful dyed wool. Beside her is Sibyl Osicka who wasn't teaching this time but rather enjoying the hooking family in Jeanne's class.
The Dunes Hotel. Finally, just before the 4 p.m. close I managed to get a photo of Betty getting the delicious tea. Hey.... this isn't tea bags you can purchase because I asked. They make this stuff themselves and it is AWESOME. There is no need for sugar or milk, just sip and enjoy.
If the tea by itself wasn't special enough, they also have warm scones and cookies. Must confess I indulged just one day although I wanted a scone EVERY day. OMG, the aroma of the scone is still lingering.
Oh, wanted to show you this delightful necklace Betsy was wearing. She told me it was purchased on etsy even told me who sold it, but by the time I got back to my seat I'd forgotten. Will have to ask her again.
Also forgot to post this whale pillow Betsy was working on as a demonstration, thought it was worthy of posting since she offers the pattern. When Grace Ayers saw it she said, "I need to have one". Grace was working on Nantucket Broom Ride in class. Am hoping someone will send me a photo of it to show in a future post.
Next blog post will be photos taken of how Betsy does the braided edge.
My house is sadly quiet.. I miss my boy.