The Lavendar Tree: Only in Paris

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Only in Paris

Oh how I would love to drive down the streets of my small, mid-western Wisconsin town and find our nasty spring potholes filled with colorful fiber.

This photo shows potholes in Paris that were filled with dyed, braided, and coiled fabrics.

How incredibly clever and delightful! Can you imagine?

Taken from designboom.com

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Why The Lavendar Tree?

Where did The Lavendar Tree come from? Well, let me explain.

LAVENDAR: I've always had a purple passion. I think it arrived the day I was born. It was only natural that purple came into play somewhere in "my name".

I like the way "lavender" sounds - but for some reason, I think everyone else spells it wrong and it really should be spelled "lavendar". :-)

TREE: My grandmother was an incredible fiber artist - I believe way before the words "fiber artist" ever existed. She was an extremely talented quilter, knitter, crocheter and could embroider like no one's business. She had a talent for the satin stitch to die for! My grandma helped encourage my passion for crafting and stitching when I was very young.

I fondly recall one sunshiny day, standing at my grandma's kitchen window and seeing the tree leaves sway back and forth in her orchard. She said the leaves were "waving" at us. I loved that. (Note: I have found that birch trees make the happiest wavers!)

THUS: The Lavendar Tree.

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Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Only in Paris

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