Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Fiber Art at the Franklin's
No matter how many cool and tempting spinning wheels I have set up around the house, I haven't been able to interest any of my family members in learning to spin. Here they are, making baskets instead. Ok, it counts as fiber art, so I shouldn't complain. The kids are home from college for a few days, it's too cold to camp. Craft time!
On the left, my husband Marty - high school Spanish teacher, tree-climber, philosopher and Best Friend. Was voted Teacher of the Year by the school district this year. Loves gardening and has turned half of our front lawn into a mini-forest. Collects ferns. He's the basket-weaving guy - the kids are just learning.
Center, son Kelly. Just finished his Master's Degree in English Lit and will start his doctoral studies at the U of Iowa in August. In the meantime, he's going to start work on his Master's in Spanish this summer. Great guy, cooks and does dishes, plays guitar, makes me laugh at the drop of a hat.
Right, daughter Jody. In her last year of music studies at the U of Wisconsin. Is taller than both parents, sews, quilts, draws, laughs a lot, and plays a mean buncha Bach on the pipe organ. She also sings in operas, loves to speak French, and kisses the big poodle on the nose at least once a day.
These are the people I love most, and the ones who get all the sweaters.