My Sister the Artist sent me a magazine clipping on Eva Zeisel.

I was inspired by the article.
I decided I wanted to know more about her. I Googled upon a video of her “Eva Zeisel on the Playful Search for Beauty”. It is quit long but so worth the watch. The video {at the end of my post} is from TED and so is the following excerpt:

Young Eva Zeisel was driven by two desires: to make beautiful things, and to see the world. Her long and legendary career in ceramics has helped her do both. Born in Budapest in 1906, she apprenticed to a guild of potters as a teenager, then worked in Germany and later Russia (where she was imprisoned by Stalin for 16 months) and Vienna. Landing in New York in 1938 with her husband Hans, Zeisel began her second design career.

I love the ceramics Ms. Zeisel has created for over 75 years and continues to create to this day. She is now 103!

More importantly I appreciate her attitude. I want to be like her as I grow old. Her talk gave me a good kick in the seat and reminded me that I can always create. I can always see beauty and art surrounding me and my age does not dictate to, or take away from, my talent and passions.
Listening to Eva Zeisel speak is music…to me…it is like hearing my Nagymama’s voice as she too was Hungarian. I hardly notice the accent but I hope you don’t have trouble understanding her.
I hope you take time to listen to her. Be inspired!

{ETA} Jacquie at Tall Grass Prairie Studio has a great post on Inspiration of Everyday Things

I won my first fabric giveaway. Some cute On a Whim 2 fabric from Amy at Red Fish Circle
Please check out her blog. She is an amazing illustrator!

Happy Birthday to My Grammy, my Nagymama who immigrated from Hungary over 100 yrs ago. If she were alive today she would be 121yrs. She was a weaver in the woolen mills in New England. She was awesome. She came to live with us when I was 1 yr old. She raised me. She taught me how to knit and the appreciation of the fiberarts. She taught me how to “Cheat the Devil” at Solitaire. Maria Ana Soltesz walked so fast––even in her 80s––that I could barely keep up with her. She sang beautiful songs in Magyar. I miss her. I miss her lost in translation sayings… like… “How much clock?” meaning, ‘What time is it?’
So my dear Nagymama…thank you for loving me (in your own gruff way), thank you for raising me, thank you for your song, your strength. Thank you for bravely leaving your homeland, alone, at age 15. You lost your family to Hitler’s Nazis. You taught me how to persevere. I love you. Until we meet again.

I love all things ART! This is a great video. My friend Maddie over at Fresh Thread posted it. It is so great I just had to share it with you. Enjoy

Well I was supposed to be spending the day getting my Studio––aka, my daughter-who-left-for-college-and-I-took-her-room––and sewing/knitting supplies in order. I made a teeny bit O progress.

But I got sidetracked working in Illustrator and made this

Tomorrow’s another day to focus.