After a delay of several hours for mechanical issues, we finally left Newark shortly after midnight. This meant, since it was a dinner flight, that we had dinner somewhere around 2:am. Happily, I was in first class, so the seat turned into a bed of sorts. I slept like a log till 7:30 this morning. We landed in Sao Paolo around 10:30, SP time (an hour later than NY time). The international terminal is new and elegant, but empty of people.
Although, even here -- a familiar airport sight.
The Star Alliance airport lounge is the most beautiful I have ever seen, but the food isn't very interesting or very good, sadly. However, it, too, is pretty to look at.
So here I sit, wondering what I haven't had to eat that I should go back for. Pasta? Meh -but maybe. Dessert? I rarely eat dessert, but might have to see what's available. OTOH, I could go downstairs to the terminal in search of a good empada...
After yesterday's impossible heat/humidity, the rain cleared it away and today is soft and dry with a lovely little breeze. A perfect day. I'm taking advantage of it with a mid-afternoon break on the deck, from the computer, where I was researching the Sao Paolo airport (reviews from travelers are grim and apparently nobody in this international airport speaks English (or even Spanish or French) Consequently, I have been on Google translate trying to find out how to say "where is the ladies' room?" and other various necessary questions in Portugese. I did find the airport website, which at least told me that my arriving airline and departing airline leave from the same terminal -- and that I have my choice of two airline lounges. Both of my flights are overnight, so my 11 hrs in the airport between flights is during the day. At least I won't have to worry about where to sleep while I am there.
The Bambis have been ransacking my garden again, despite the anti-deer spray. I was so happy to see these beautiful daylilies yesterday, that I took pictures.
Here's what my garden looked like this morning.
I am attempting to get two weeks worth of clothes and five days worth of 4 different workshops into one suitcase. Right now, all my stuff is on the living room floor - do you see why I need a mid-afternoon break? This is probably an exercise in futility, but I have numerous flight changes en route to Durban and think that one suitcase has a better chance of arriving than two. It's a crapshoot, however and we will see.
I have also loaded up with 5 or 6 books in my carry-on (what else will I do for 11 hours in an airport?)]
On another subject, as I was going through my UFOs the other day, I came across this top that I never made into an actual quilt. What was I THINKING? 1976. Cut with scissors, pieced by hand. I am trying to decide how to cut it up.
That's today's update. I am now going to put my feet up, read the rest of today's NY Times, and then force myself back to the packing and the organizing (not necessarily in that order.
Eating at odd hours, staying up late, and waking up early. Oh, dear. So here I am at midnight eating toast and peanut butter with a cup of tea, taking a break from cleaning and organizing this sewing room so I can think straight. Haha - this will take more time than I have. I have emptied my suitcases so that I can pack them again, and since I am teaching four classes in five days, I need to take a lot of STUFF. Logistics require a sorted room to figure out what I need for 4 different classes.
Speaking of classes - you may remember this in-process piece posted from my Friday color class in Tucson.
What a happy surprise to get Karen's picture today of the finished piece! Dynamic composition and an unexpected fourth color, which adds such richness. I hope to get photos from some of the others.
I spent some time this afternoon puttering around and came across this baby quilt which I made in 1994. I never could bear to part with it beause it uses vintage fabrics from the blanket covers and aprons my Nanny made from 1940's & '50's fabrics she brought home from the dress factory where she worked:stripes and plaids, particularly.
Now that I've rested my feet for a bit, I can go back to sorting for a while, at least.
morning I spent a few hours in terminal A at DFW. Except for the fact that there don't seem to be any real bookstores there, it was a pleasant place to spend time. Lunch was the highlight of the day.
No, these are not colorful luncheon napkins, they are fat quarters of you-know-what.
For a person who claims not to buy fabric, I have made a liar of myself once again. Inspired by the students in my Fearless Color class, I am ready to play again, between laundry and packing for South Africa. We shall see if I am as good as my intentions. In the meantime, here are a few of the things that were on the wall last Friday. I did not get pix of all of them, sadly.
Time to get back on my eastern time schedule, so that's it for tonight.
While you were reading the previous post (and I really hope you followed that link), I was starting to post some visual highlights from the Tucson Museum of Art.
What a lovely museum, and just the right size for me. Don't you love the shadows on the wall?
Here are some of my favorites from the contemporary exhibition.
This is by Miriam Shapiro, who uses cloth and clothing in her work.
And this one is by Jaune Quick To See Smith, whose work always speaks to me.
After a lovely dinner in a restaurant that specializes in the cuisine of Mexico City, I crashed early. Still on jet lag.