There I was at the library in the Island House, signing up to use the Free WiFi–which I do three or four days a week out of sheer desperation–when Jackie Weber accosted me. “You should come to the stone house workshop,” she said. I was dubious, but Jackie is persuasive, so I presented myself at the library on Saturday morning with a bag of rocks and a good attitude. The first thing I learned was that I had not brought enough rocks. On the other hand, I had brought the little camera and plenty of extra words to go around, and Seneca had brought chocolate chip cookies, so that was all right then.
A group of moms and grandmas and little girls and older girls assembled in the community room downstairs. Boys and dads were allowed, but elected to stay away, possibly on account of the splendid sports buffet on television. Their loss–and U of M’s, too, but I digress (wicked little Spartan grin).
Jackie explained it all. Start with a nice clean pine base. Spritz it with water. Apply pre-mixed concrete liberally, one side at a time please.
Smoosh in the stones, taking care to make a pleasing pattern. Press firmly to secure.
Everyone had brought different things to incorporate in the work. All of us had quantities of stones picked up along the shore, but we raided old jewelry boxes, button jars, junk drawers and the bottoms of our purses, too. Waste not want not.
The best part, as always, was listening to the stories. This was my grandmother’s watch, my sister’s charm bracelet, my mother’s pin . . . they’re all gone now. The bird is for my little girl–I found these on the beach at Empire–I, um, found these in the bargain bin at Michael’s Crafts–my parents built a stone fireplace in the cottage on Torch Lake–I found this heart-shaped stone and I’ve been saving it for something special–this stuff all belonged to my kids . . . they left it when they moved out so I figure it’s fair game . . . (general hilarity ensued).
Everyone did something completely different, and everyone had a good time.
Then it was time to help clean up . . .
And go home happy.