Zomaar op Zondag

Ja je ziet het goed 
de rand ,,
er af gehaald en aan de slag met
Kant

Yes you see it right
the edge, t had to take off and get to work with
Lace

al heel lang op mijn verlang lijstje staan
en nu toch echt begonnen

has long been on my wish list
and now really begun
 

Love Entwined

the middel piece of the quilt is ready
this al new to me
and it is a puzzle

I embroidered the dots
 I just love to have embroidery in my quilts

To be entwined in your love
that is all I desire
To be rocked in your arms
that is the height of my ambition today
the joyous day of your return
 

Hello again

Well.......I haven't been here in a long time.
 I will be posting some work here.
 I am glad to be back.
  Peace and Love to you All.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”  
Well I wil Try to make this quilt


 

After a lovely vacation

 Heading home today
Looking forwerd to seeing
Family and friends

 

 

Hope

 
Hope is a strange invention --
A Patent of the Heart --
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out -- 

Of this electric Adjunct
Not anything is known
But its unique momentum
Embellish all we own --


by Emily Dickinson

now one line

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Weekendje Weg

nou daar hing ze dan in het karren museum in Essen  Belgie
mijn werkje ,,Moeder aarde ,,
ze heeft erg slecht weer doorstaan veel sneeuw en harde wind
maar er hing nog veel meer hoor

van wie het allemaal was weet in niet meer wat me aansprak heb ik op de foto gezet

Er waren 5 lokaties waar kunst was te zien
Allemaal erg mooi en zo goed verzorgd
maar de laatste plek die ik bezocht  was echt heel erg mooi
Daar hing werk van
Mirjam Pet Jacobs

haar werk is mij niet onbekend en ik heb er van genoten
Ze was er zelf ook en dat is altijd heel erg leuk kun je haar zelf vragen stellen .

 en een voor mij onbekende maar met zo mooi werk
Dionne Swift

ik was zwaar onder de indruk
Ook Dionne was zelf aan wezig heel erg leuk,

twee leuke dames die prachtige werken maken
al met al een heel geslaagd weekendje in   Essen colors of afrika 

April

"The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year."
-  Mark Twain 

on a cold sunday

 I cannot count my day complete
'Til needle, thread and fabric meet.

Treasure

a wonderful ful day
a class with Susan Dahlberg.
at Afkes

If I could save time in a bottle,
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save everyday till eternity passes away

Just to spend them with you.
If I could make days last forever,
If words could make wishes come true,

I'd save everyday like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you.

Longing For Spring

Once a day and sometimes more
I look out my day dream door
To see if spring is out there yet
I'm really anxious, but mustn't fret.

I see the snow a melting down
and lots of mud and slush around
I know the grass will surely sprout
and birds and flowers will come about.

But why oh why does it take so long?
I'm sure the calendar can't be wrong.
Sunshine fills my heart with cheer
I wish that spring were really here.

Soon mother nature will sound the alarm
Wake up! get dressed, turn on your charm
Winter's gloom has gone its way
It's Spring! It's Spring! Oh Happy Day!

 

Edna T. Helberg :

Take Time

Take the time to do some stitching
for the Alchemy class
It goes slow but it goes

lace making

Spinning a web of sweet delight
The spider works all day and night
If you touch her web and really listen
She will spin for you and start to glisten

Sunday

A little Madness in the Spring
 Is wholesome even for the King.
  

Dear March

       Dear March, come in!

How glad I am!
I looked for you before.
Put down your hat–
You must have walked–
How out of breath you are!
Dear March, how are you?
And the rest?
Did you leave Nature well?
Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,
I have so much to tell!

I got your letter, and the birds’;
The maples never knew
That you were coming,–I declare,
How red their faces grew!
But, March, forgive me–
And all those hills
You left for me to hue;
There was no purple suitable,
You took it all with you.

Who knocks? That April!
Lock the door!
I will not be pursued!
He stayed away a year, to call
When I am occupied.
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come,
That blame is just as dear as praise
And praise as mere as blame.

          Emily Dickinson

Alchemy

Not just with bulky metals
But something much more dear
 How they can turn Hate into Love
And make Joy out of Fear

 Turn the weight of boredom
Into anticipation
Turn the lead of anger
Into golden expectation

it is al work for the Alchemy course 

Two times in one

A quilt made for the challenge,, de Kracht van moeder aarde  ,, and at the same time for colors of Africa

Mother Nature

© Edith A. Phinazee

Our world is always changing,
Constantly re-arranging.
From ocean depths to mountain peaks,
Mother Nature moves and speaks.
While telling stories of our past
She tries to teach us how to last.
Mankind, so smart, sometimes blind
Leaves common sense far behind.
We're moving fast and living large,
Forgetting she's the one in charge.
Amazed when she rings our bell,
Sending us through living hell.
She can twist our steel, shake any city,
If her wrath you feel, we shall pity.
Yet some who speak on her behalf,
I fear just seek the golden calf.
It's true, we must treat her right.
Or we will incur a deadly plight.
Treat her with distinction
Or surely face extinction!

lets go

Come Fairies,
take me out of this dull world,
for I would ride with you
upon the wind and dance
upon the mountains like a flame.


W.B. Yeats

Still going

Tell me of the alchemists
And the story that is told
Of how it is that they have learned
To turn lead into gold

Try ,Try Again

'Tis a lesson you should heed,
If at first you don't succeed,
Try, try again;

Then your courage should appear,
For if you will persevere,
You will conquer, never fear
Try, try again;

Once or twice, though you should fail,
If you would at last prevail,
Try, try again;

If we strive, 'tis no disgrace
Though we do not win the race;
What should you do in the case?
Try, try again

If you find your task is hard,
Time will bring you your reward,
Try, try again

All that other folks can do,
Why, with patience, should not you?
Only keep this rule in view:
Try, try again.

Woman at work

for the Alchemy class given by Karen Ruane

Design

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth --
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth --
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?--
If design govern in a thing so small.

Robert Frost

Karmelklooster

I have to promote this
 It is in Drachten  were I live 

http://www.karmelklooster.nl/pagina.php?id=224

Travelers blanket

the green stitch is a knotted feather stitch
Here you can see how it is done

 and seed stitches on the Travelers Blanket

Earth

Birds and butterflies
Rivers and mountains she creates

 But you'll never know
The next move she'll make

You can try
But it is useless to ask why
Cannot control her
She goes her own way

 She rules until the end of time
She gives and she takes
She rules until the end of time

Open dag Quiltershuske

 http://www.quiltershuske.nl/
a lovely little shop with a lovely lady
and a old friend from way back

I will come back soon