zondag, juni 26, 2011

Tea Party

weaving along on the tea party quilt
I changed the name from tea pot to tea party 
it is better this way
for it is a party a joy to work on

zondag, juni 19, 2011


A new outfit for a new doll

a jacket and apron for working in the garden

New feet within my garden go,
New fingers stir the sod;
A troubadour upon the elm
Betrays the solitude.

New children play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!

-         Emily Dickinson  

maandag, juni 13, 2011

Rose Garden

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.
When you take, you gotta give, so live and let live,
Or let go.



Oh all the kinds of cupcakes,
Filled with sugar and sweet.
They're all sorts of flavors,
And my favorite treat.
Strawberry and vanilla,
Chocolate and peanut-butter.
They're all so delicious,
I have to have another.
But I must resist,
For if I don't there will be trouble.
But try as hard as I might,
They're all so yummy and loveable! ! !
Luna Moon

zondag, juni 05, 2011

a little design,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Every clothes loving girl,
Wants to be,
A fashion designer,
Of the highest quality.

To design for the rich,
Design for the poor,
Design for the famous,
Then design even more.

Design a new pair of jeans,
A nightgown or two,
Design a dress for me,
And then a top for you.

Think up the latest fad,
Make a magazine as well,
See your ideas on the catwalk,
Before they go to shops, to sell.

vrijdag, juni 03, 2011

to love and to hold

The Rag Doll

by *acidlullaby

She built her home in tear drops
And gave her heart to the sky.
She tied up leaves
Around her sleeves
And pretended she could fly.

One morning in mid Winter
On a day that felt more like Spring,
She opened her ears
To the sound of tears
And imagined she could sing.

Overhead the birds would sweep
In sunshine or in rain.
Part of a crowd
They were happy and proud
And ignorant of her pain.

With a final farewell to teardrops
She climbed the tallest tower...
In her silent voice
She made her choice
Knowing freedom was in her power.

With her gaze up to the heavens
She felt then only peace,
As she took one step more
That trailed across the floor
She finally sought release.

The world lit up in sun beams
As she soared high on makeshift wings,
And the birds gathered round
Because they had found
They could hear music when she sings.


Arlee is making these wonderful fabricks
I want to feel an see it in the flesh
and here they are
I can feel and see and feel ,,,,,,,,,,,,

very beautiful

the leaves are so real

The fabric so soft

and something extra  thanks Arlee
I am a happy girl
Here You can see more of the treasures  and it is for sale

donderdag, juni 02, 2011

Tea pots

  I'm a little teapot, short and stout,
    Here's my handle, here's my spout,
    When I hear the tea-cups, hear me shout,
    "Tip me up and pour me out".