
Big outdoor market was first up. With Juneteenth celebrations on the schedule, sweet potato pie on the menu, and lots of tables packed with wares, it was fun. Hot, but fun. I bought a felted kitty pin (don’t ask me why).
Noted trend: many booths were selling upcycled jackets and oxford shirts. The garments were cut at the waist and featured roughly stitched-on patches — some ink-stamped, some photo-transferred.
Inspired, I’ll probably take some shears to a shirt or two when I get home.
But! None of the vendors hemmed the bottom edges. They were just cut, threads left hanging. I’m old-fashioned enough to find that unfinished look unappealing.

Before heading home — most unexpected and thrilling of all — we met up with Glennis Dolce of Shibori Girl Studios. The meeting was one of those unforeseen bonuses of blogging (she left me a comment with an address and invite yesterday).
I took an online indigo-dyeing workshop with Glennis probably 15 years ago and have loved her ribbons, moons, and floral pins for a long time. She’s a dedicated artist with deep ties to Japan.

We met up in the basement of a Buddhist Temple where the second day of one of her indigo workshops was in progress. The results and the samples and the focus were all notable and inspiring. But most of all, it was gratifying to meet a fiber artist I’ve long-admired in the flesh. Hello Glennis!



Glennis was sweet enough to plug my book when she introduced me and one participant ordered it on the spot. She might recommend it to her book club. Yeah!



(Last two images from this morning, not yesterday).

Dee~ Oh this is so grand!! You are smiling! I think it was brave of you and Cary to get up there. I absolutely love in person drumming when you can feel it through your whole body! It is the best. I smiled watching the extended video of you guys. 🙂
And meeting Glennis too!!! Yay! How fun to get to meet her and to to do so at one of her workshops.
Looks like SoCal is good medicine so far.
xo
The woman dancer was really good at getting people up and moving. And it was a fairly small audience so I wanted to contribute.
The basement space also smelled. Indigo does that!
Oh I loved this…you go, dear woman! Are you kidding? In no way are you a dork… life is meant to be lived fully and if the drums moved you, your spirit answered and you danced and I am absolutely thrilled. You danced to the beat and your hips were just right as were your movements…I got up just now and danced with you in my room; I love to dance to drums, the heartbeat of music. If I had been there with you, we would have moved our bodies with such joy and paid homage to so many things, especially the fact that we are wise, wild women with spirit in our blood and bodies and we show the world who we truly are!
How lovely that you met Glennis. Her work is filled with such ancient beauty and reverence and just by reading her blog, you can tell that she is a marvelous teacher.
The focus in the studio space spoke to Glennis’s teaching I think. It’s an ongoing group so many of the participants knew each other and there was a familiarity with how to proceed and get results.
What a hoot if you’d been there to dance with me! Just thinking about it makes me smile.
So great to see you and Glennis standing together! Ragmates!
Yes Ragmates! I think you took the same online class? I definitely found Glennis through you. I love how these things intersect.
Yes, we are intertwined…
Gorgeous Shibori!
The variety and sophistication of technique was very impressive.
That you got to meet Glennis in person it WOW!!! A chance meeting like that happens once in a life time. Makes me happy seeing you out and about!!
It’s a rare treat indeed!
So wonderful to see you and Cary dancing. Drums; I love the drumming. Looks irresistible. I’m guessing Ken was behind the camera. And those fabrics, my oh my. I know little about cloth but anything art, from gardens to poetry to architecture I’ve encountered from Japanese tradition be-stills my heart.
And, I know you will cook up a storm while you are visiting. hugs to all!
xoxo
M
Yes Ken was behind the camera.