Last days of the year

All the words are gone now-
I am left alone
With the quiet-
The quiet is good now-
and I am not tired-

What will be next year-
I cannot know.
All my life is
God's to know-
But I cannot know.

Shalom Freedman

for you

Christmas Gift

To your enemy, forgiveness.
To an opponent, tolerance.
To a friend, your heart.
To a customer, service.
To all, charity.
To every child, a good example.
To yourself, respect.

scraps

Made a quilt out of scraps
A piece of cloth I made for a course
leftover lace
forgotten fabrick

Hello , I am back

Travel to the place
Where mind set to peace,
No one can see,
Feel us free.

Travel to the place
Where we can breathe,
Fill our desire,
We wish; we aspire.

Travel to the place
Where we have silence,
Flower of fragrance,
And nature to admire.

Travel to the place
Where we can write,
Lines of rhyme,
At any time.

Travel to the place
Where we have enough space,
Work without race,
No tension on face.

Travel to the place
Where we can dance,
Sing at glance,
Bit of time to romance.

Travel to the place
Where we spread love,
Freedom to serve
And land to move.

Travel to the place
Where we can live,
Of joy and sprinkle its grace,
And do anything, anywhere.

Divyesh J. Shah

Taking a Blog Break

Look out the window 

see the moon 

and now I will be back to you soon

the middle

 on a fly market I found old linen and lace

stitching and embroidery will be added for the middle  of de dancing dolls

"The Song of the Shirt"

Thomas Hood (1799-1845)

 With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread —
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch
She sang the "Song of the Shirt."

(Silence)

Get some moments for
Silence- close your eyes and feel-
Life speaks for your heart.

Stars

The stitchery s are almost done
Now it is time to think about how to make the borders
I don't  want to make the same borders as the origenal

It is a beautiful quilt but I like to do it different
Stars that is what I am thinking about

Wish to reach those light
'twinkle bright in pretty night',
as I looked up high 

Dance, dance, doll of mine!

Dance, dance, doll of mine!
Girl doll's dress is very fine.
Boy doll is a dandy, too;
He wears gloves and hat and shoe;
White pants, blue coat, him adorn;
On his toe he has a corn.
He is fine and she is fine.
Dance, dance, doll of mine!
Old doll's name is Lise-moér;
She is from the year before;
Hair is new; it's made of flax,
Forehead polished up with wax.
Young again, not old and done.
Come along, my cherished one,
Let us dance a fast gavotte;
To watch it is worth a lot.
Dance, dance, doll of mine!
Watch your steps and get in line;
One foot forward; watch your feet.
Dancing makes you slender, sweet.
Bow and twist and turn around;
That will make you hale and sound.
What a sight it is to see!
You are doing fine, all three.

Baby hedgehoges

The hedgehog in my garden
Is a mother 

she kept it as a secret

But here children want to see the world
I think she has 4 little ones
when I get the change I will make more pictures

they are so cute

Stitching on sunday

Oh elegant grace
Still the waters of the lake
Majesty passes 

sudden evening rain
splashes chill on windowglass
wrinkles on the quilt

Octablom

A little bit Jude a Little bit Mom
together in the octablom quilt

The Spider

The spider weaves a sticky web
To capture bugs to eat.
What keeps the spider's sticky web
From sticking to her feet?
Spider webs are very tricky
Because not all the strands are sticky.
Unlike the passing hapless fly,
The spider knows which strands are dry.
But if she accidentally stands
Upon one of the sticky strands,
She still would not get stuck, you see--
Her oily body slides off free.

Amy Goldman Koss

Dare To Dream

I do not need here for this quilt
she is only in the picture because she is  beautiful

Let nothing hold you back from
exploring your wildest fantasies,
wishes, and aspirations.
Don't be afraid to dream big
and to follow your dreams
wherever they may lead you.
Open your eyes to their beauty;
open your mind to their magic;
open your heart to their possibilities.
Dare to dream

In my Garden

in a land of fantasy so beautiful and free
where everthing was magical as lovely as can be
there was a purple hedgehog as friendly as can be
he lived in the woods underneath a tree
there were little ladybirds having lots of fun
dancing there so happily underneath the sun
the stars were made of diamonds twinkling in the night
underneath the moon shining oh so bright
the grass was just like velvet so beautiful to see
everything was peaceful so beautiful and free
in this land of fantasy is where i long to be.

September

"The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze. "
-  John Updike, September

Vote for woman

As early as the 1600’s

Many women had a great dream

They wanted to vote in an election one day

Most men didn’t think it was right

They believed women should stay at home

But the women didn’t agree

They wanted the same rights as men

All over the globe this was happening

But the men never changed their minds

They made petitions and protested all day

Finally in 1920

The women of the United States

Gained the right to vote

Finally they got what they wanted

Slowly women all over the world gained the right to vote

By the end of World War two

Almost all women in the world

Had the ability to vote 

a quilt and a story

http://grandmotherschoice.blogspot.nl/
If you like to make a quilt go ,
but you must go for the story,s
 it must not be forgotten  these strong women fighting to vote

One: The Hunger Strike (Constance speaks) 
 
   Locked in my cell, I am as cold as snow: 
   the high-pitched ache before numbness sets in. 
   Cold tests our barriers, tests our resolve. 
   I rinse my mouth with water, do not drink. 
 
   Aged ten, I saw the massive, cypress slopes 
   suddenly parting on the brilliant peaks 
   where, so our natives said, Lord Shiva lives. 
   He tests our barriers, tests our resolve. 
 
   In prison, we are blue-shadowed, deadly white. 
   The blush of sunrise flashes like a blade. 
   I am the will that holds me in this light. 
   My flesh wastes like a block of melting ice. 
 
   I tie my skirt around my neck for warmth 
   and feed upon the smells of what they bring. 
   My nightmares fill with slaughtered animals. 
   I dream of jasmine garlanding a tree. … 

Almost September

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
. . .
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends

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Like a dream

"August rushes by like desert rainfall,
A flood of frenzied upheaval,
Expected,
But still catching me unprepared.
Like a matchflame
Bursting on the scene,
Heat and haze of crimson sunsets.
Like a dream
Of moon and dark barely recalled,
A moment,
Shadows caught in a blink.
Like a quick kiss;
One wishes for more
But it suddenly turns to leave,
Dragging summer away."
-  Elizabeth Maua Taylor 

Hot

Whether the weather be fine,
Or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold,
Or whether the weather be hot,
We'll weather the weather
Whatever the weather,
Whether we like it or not!

blue

Untitled, a photo by cramzy on Flickr.

The result of the 3 day at Hawar  

Blue
By Dr. Holly

Blueberries and swimming pools are blue;
I’ve seen blue birds, and blue fish too.
Blue is the ocean, blue is the sky,
And some people have two bright blue eyes;

Dresses, shirts, and pants can be blue
Houses, bicycles, balls, and shoes.
Look all around you and then tell me
Everything blue that you can see!

Last day

Untitled, a photo by cramzy on Flickr.
the last day and the results of the great master class 

Hawar

Untitled, a photo by cramzy on Flickr.

master-class given by Sara Lechner  working with the punch machine
3 days of fun 

Stitchery

The teacup cat
Why do people call me a teacup cat?
Why do people use me as a toy cat?
Why do people keep me in their hat?
I don’t want to be a tiny cat.
I don’t want to be scared of rat.
I want to be a normal cat.
I just want to be a proud cat.

davesh rajeev

A Smile

It costs nothing, but creates much
It enriches those who receive,
Without impoverishing those who give.
It happens in a flash and the memory of it lasts forever.

None are so rich they can get along without it
And none so poor but are richer for its benefits.
It creates happiness in the home,

Fosters good will in a business,
And is the countersign of friends.
It is rest to the weary, daylight to the discouraged,
Sunshine to the sad, and nature's best antidote for trouble.
Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen,
For it is something that is no earthly good to anybody
Till it is given away.
If someone is too tired to give you a smile,
Leave one of yours.
For, nobody needs a smile so much
As those who have none to give.

AAAA

The ABC

'Twas midnight in the schoolroom
And every desk was shut
When suddenly from the alphabet
Was heard a loud "Tut-Tut!"

Said A to B, "I don't like C;
His manners are a lack.
For all I ever see of C
Is a semi-circular back!"

"I disagree," said D to B,
"I've never found C so.
From where I stand he seems to be
An uncompleted O."

C was vexed, "I'm much perplexed,
You criticise my shape.
I'm made like that, to help spell Cat
And Cow and Cool and Cape."

"He's right" said E; said F, "Whoopee!"
Said G, "'Ip, 'Ip, 'ooray!"
"You're dropping me," roared H to G.
"Don't do it please I pray."

"Out of my way," LL said to K.
"I'll make poor I look ILL."
To stop this stunt J stood in front,
And presto! ILL was JILL.

"U know," said V, "that W
Is twice the age of me.
For as a Roman V is five
I'm half as young as he."

X and Y yawned sleepily,
"Look at the time!" they said.
"Let's all get off to beddy byes."
They did, then "Z-z-z."

Spike Milligan :

One change

One smile can change the look on so many faces
One laugh can change the tone in so many voices
One tear can change the level of so many oceans

poem

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,

              - Emily Dickinson,

Travelers blanket

Travel to the place
Where mind set to peace,
No one can see,
Feel us free.

Travel to the place
Where we can breathe,
Fill our desire,
We wish; we aspire.

Travel to the place
Where we have silence,
Flower of fragrance,
And nature to admire.

Travel to the place
Where we can write,
Lines of rhyme,
At any time.

Travel to the place
Where we have enough space,
Work without race,
No tension on face.

Travel to the place
Where we can dance,
Sing at glance,
Bit of time to romance.

Travel to the place
Where we spread love,
Freedom to serve
And land to move.

Travel to the place
Where we can live,
Of joy and sprinkle its grace,
And do anything, anywhere.

Divyesh J. Shah :

Grandma

I don't know how many times I admired it
That antique piece of machinery
Black with some silver and gold
A pedal that worked by knee
I saw her sitting there for hours
Sewing a patch on my old blue jeans
Making a fuzzy brown teddy bear
Designing dresses for my sister and me
Grandma looks happy as she sewed
She was in a world of her own
I remember her beautiful face
And how her eyes gleamed with delight
After showing us her latest creation
Memories of her cloud my mind
The sound of the sewing machine
Lives on in my heart
Along with Grandma's beautiful face

My Back is Whack

Every day starts with a crack
How much I loathe my awful back!
It hurts when walking, driving, sleeping
I'm tired of hurting, aching, weeping
I don't like pills or smelly lotions
I don't believe in magic potions
Instead I stretch and exercise
But my back won't compromise

 so sad ,,,,,,,
I will not be there
I hope you have a wonderful day ladies,,,,,,,

A sun for hearts

The days are clear,
Day after day,
When April's here,
That leads to May,
And June
Must follow soon:
Stay, June, stay! -
If only we could stop the moon
And June!

in time

did the on-line class with Arlee sometime ago
this is the first time I use some of the lovely stitching

there will be more
love the structure

Listen

Seat yourself under the oak trees,
Watch the leaf dust dance in the breeze,
Breathe in the flowers and catkins,
The slow buzzing motion of bees.

Reverse ,,,,,

The front and the backside of the quilt to be
thinking of making the quilt reversible
let the brain work ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,