My Folking Wine Cork Art

I love wine corks.  I love the wine that the corks cork.  I love doing my folking art while drinking wine.  And I love repurposing the corks into works of art.  Here are are a few of the resulting projects.  

I had a huge garbage bag full of wine corks when we sold our house.  They rode around in the RV with us for about 6 months, taking up the shower stall in the RV.

I had been collecting them for years (really, not just a month or two, hee hee).  Friends and even restaurants employees had been saving them for me.

But I finally gave them to a friend from Kansas City who visited me while in Iowa, my first overnight guest in our RV.

She is part of a group of friends who do what they call "Bead Night" once a month.  It started as a group of girlfriends making jewelry, being taught by one of the group who took classes in the craft.  Then it morphed to all kinds of projects like painting wine glasses, and even a yoga night.  Like we used to say about Baltimore, that it was a drinking town with a baseball problem, my Kansas City girlfriend is part of a drinking group with a crafting problem.

 I was fortunate to join my friend and her friends on a couple of Bead Nights while visiting Kansas City over the years.  I got in on the Yoga Bead Night.

I'd forgotten that I'd ever taken a yoga class until last Saturday when I took my first formal class in Connecticut while visiting family.  Towards the end of the class, when the instructor told us to scooch up close to the wall with our backs on the floor and butts right against the wall, legs straight up along the wall, I started giggling, remembering having done that with my girlfriend, drunk, at Yoga Bead Night.   And I remember her friend, the yoga instructor, having chastised us for giggling, for not taking it seriously.

We were probably more drunk than the others.

Anyway, I know my friend is keeping those wine corks in Kansas City, just waiting for me to join her and her friends for another Bead Night - one featuring wine corks.