no work just play

plenty of time to spend in my little room playing with cloth
It is my holiday and on Friday we go on a trip to Cyprus .

here is is autumn lots of rain and wind
on Cyprus it is sunny and warm
love to go to there 

for now I am working for the course  by Jude Hill
the first will be integrated in the forest quilt 
the second is just a try but i like it
the soft colours go well together

oant sjen

all these scraps

I want to make the Klosjes quilt from these scraps
so it will be a colourful piece
the first 4 are ready













A Treasure
A quilt poem by Mildred Hatfield

It's more than a coverlet,
More than a spread,
This beautiful quilt
That graces my bed.

It's laughter and sorrow,
It's pleasure and pain,
It's small bits and pieces
Of sunshine and rain.

It's a bright panorama
Of scraps of my life-
It's moments of glory,
It's moments of strife.

It's a story I cherish
Of days that have been,
It's a door I can open
To live them again.

Yes, it's more than a cover,
This much-treasured quilt,
It's parts pieced together
Of the life I have built.


oant sjen

klosjes quilt

I heard about this in Birmingham from Tineke  for the first time
and now I know a bit more about it
I never  ever hade in mind making one but here it is my first KLOSJE
and ,,,,,,maybe more to come ????
you never know

weaving

weaving a new cloth 2 pieces of hand dyed  cloth torn in to stripes
the start of the cloth to cloth 2 course by Jude Hill

dream on

dream on, dream on, dream on,
dream yourself a dream come true
dream on, dream on, dream on,
and dream until your dream comes true

down your street

I signed op for the sketchbook project
yes I know there are so many things need to be done
but I love to make sketch books
so it is a great opportunity to do this

and here is my first try
my theme is ,down your street,

The Sketchbook Project: 2011 » Art House Co-op | We build art projects and communities

The Sketchbook Project: 2011 » Art House Co-op | We build art projects and communities

from a distant

whose eye is it ,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Gentle eyes that see so much,
paws that have the quiet touch,
Purrs to signal "all is well"
and show more love than words could tell.
Graceful movements touched with pride,
a calming presence by our side -
A friendship that takes time to grow -
Small wonder why we love them so.

to look at it from a distant
and  see what the next step to take

and now i see the bear ,I have to work on
give him a face
make him a live

simply being

Could we but draw back the curtain,
That surrounds each others lives,
See the naked heart and spirit;
Know what spur the action gives;
Often we would find it better,
Purer then we think we would.
We would love each other better,
If we only understood.

Bigger

My forest quilt is growing
it seems to get real big
I let you see more
later on 

Friends

Friends Without Faces

by Thomas Teague

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens, We all have to wonder, what this possibly means. With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze, Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze. We chat with each other, we type all our woes, Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes. We wait for somebody, to type out our name, We want recognition, but it is always the same. We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt, In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt. We do form friendships - but - why we don't know, But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow. Why is it on screen, we can be so bold, Telling our secrets, that have never been told. Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind, With those we can't see, as though we were blind. The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell. We all have our problems, and need someone to tell. We can't tell "real" people, but tell someone we must, So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust. Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains, They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.

happy face

Faces in the tree,
looking at me.
They seem so graceful,
in the sun today.

september

"By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer."
-   Helen Hunt Jackson, September, 1830-1885

fairy tail quilt

For the fairy tail quilt is waiting and waiting i could not get any ideas to go on and today I made this little block
a simple block

and here is the same block the middle part is folded now
I think this will work  so now I can go on

a basket from scraps

All my new shiny threads in a basket made from scraps 
and I have lots and lots of scraps 
noting is waist  all is useful

The cat and here friends

now she has a face
no name yet

the Cat

Cats Sleep Anywhere

Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open drawer, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don't care! Cats sleep anywhere.

Eleanor Farjeon (1881 - 1965)

yes back home

To Birmingham

yes  we are going to Birmingham
Sandra Willy and I
I show you pictures when we get back
I hope to see many internet friends
and many beautiful quilts
see you

This will do

My dear friend Willy made some beautiful machine embroider pieces for me some time ago
now I will use it as a cover for a new folded book
I just love these books and now it will have a great cover

no sun today

working on faces in the forest
little moments between work
stitching and creating

summer day

a lovely summer day stitching in the sun
more progress in the forest
the birds and a little snail

let it grow

The Forest
by Leonard C.Mayer

The trees stand tall and stately
Surveying their domain
The first to glimpse the sunrise
The first to feel the rain

The flowers add some colour
to mostly brown and green
Their fragrance bathes the air
and makes it smell pristine

The wind sets all in motion
and makes things come alive
it brings the rain and pollen
that lets this world survive

The sun lends warmth and comfort
to all the things that grow
it is perfect for their needs
high noon ore evening glow

The earth provides nutrition
and serves the mother role
Even the air that,s needed
comfort from her heart and soul

In the forest

working on the beast I added some leaves a little bird and now it is more like a forest
still lot of stitching to do and more beast to make
The course given by Jude  is wonderful

Bollie the Bear

stitching these beast is fun  here is my bear ready to come to live
all learned by Jude Hill