Lost and Found

Nothing is ever lost
But rather misplaced

If you are looking
Keep looking
If you are searching
Keep searching
If you are lost
Do not give up hope
For you will be found

If one looks
One can find
If one is lost
One can be found
Again and again

Flowers

It is always  a little party
when the flowers are on the table

the water is better then elsewhere
it is the best

Hello World

On a Sunday morning
It is dark and cold outside

I could not sleep anymore
so I sit here in a warm room
my Friends by my site

little Hearts and some baskets
stitching and thinking

 Feeling fine

have a lovely Sunday 

100 Hartjes

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

poem by Emily Dickinson

Silently stitching

 Yes it is still silent in the house
preparing for Christmas
 

 And some stitching on the quilt 
Foep designed by
Ingrid  

 you can find al about this lovely quilt
on her blog here
But be careful it is an  addiction

 But than again quilting does
that to you

I wish you all a lovely Christmas

Yesterday a Foep day

some days have a silver lining
Yesterday was that kind of day 
It was Foep day 

A Day full of surprises
very nice people and good food

And most of all Inspiration
When I came home my had was full of ideas
I just hade to go upstairs to go and find al the goodies

little boxes and baskets
all the lovely lace my mother made
very old bed linen I discovered on a market in Italia 

of course with a little help from my friend
birds and eggs in a had with lace 

New ideas and old ideas
 the old ideas pup up in my had again
I cant stop have to go and make more

lovely Sunday

Rain on the green grass,
And rain on the tree,

And rain on the house top,
But not on me!

Gezellige zondag

Quiltjes  chips tablet en een lieve schat

An Angel Story

My poetry I have sewn, reflecting times in my life,
pricking my thumb, when I can't get it right,
afternoon delight.

 I ponder my thoughts,
embroidering my poetic quilt.

 Collecting memories,
some good some bad,

 some even sad.
Giving  intense thought,
to feather this quilt.

For Christmas

Can you put your hand upon your heart?
And say you finish all you start
That in your cupboard there is not
A project started and forgot
Of half done things your shelves are bare
There is no skeleton lurking there?
Either my friend you tell a lie
Or have more ruthlessness than I

 What of the set of place mats there?
A Christmas gift for yesteryear
Designs I like technique is good
I’ll finish them I know I should
About that cushion at the back
Why choose white instead of black?
There’s the pile of blocks I won last year
I almost forgot that they were there

 Our quilting things are a part of us
Is it fair to them to leave them thus?
They helped us make each forward stride
Why should they just be pushed aside?
Turn them into things we can all admire
By using the skills they helped you acquire
With a conscience clear, and a space you gain
And you could start the rigmarole again!

October

less light week by week– chrysantheum blooms   

So Many

There's so many things to say,
but you already know.

 There's so much I want to tell,
'cause you get it all somehow.

 There's a lot of memories,
and they will never end.

 There's nothing that I wouldn't tell,
I know you know it's true.

 There's so many things to say,

angel

it's like angel wings                    
opening, by morning dawn 
sunshine on my lawn 

Things

“We love the things we love
 for what they are.”

 “The most important thing is to enjoy your life
to be happy
it's all that matters.”
  

The Rowdy Flat Library quilt

When the sun rises over the horizon,
the butterfly emerges to dance in its brilliant light.
It flickers its colorful wings with euphoria,
To celebrate all the beauty found
in the majestic garden of life.

When the moon arrives in the darkness,
The moth appears at the disappearance of sunlight.
It flickers its pale wings as it shakes from its deep slumber,
To go search for food
To carry it through the night.

The moth prefers the moon and detests the sun,
while the butterfly loves the sun and hides from the moon.
Every living creature responds to light,
But depending on the amount of light you have inside,
Determines which lamp in the sky
Your heart will swoon.

the chapman quilt

Day after day the pattern grew;
Each block was deftly set in place,
And rows of tiny stitches tell
A tale that time cannot efface.
Of patience, skill, housewifely pride,
Of women's love for pretty thing,
Of fingers trained such work to do
By those who know the joy it btings,
Of time within the home weel spent,
The heart with homely tasks content.

Discloth quilt

The sun has such a pretty quilt
Each night he goes to bed,

It's made of lavender and gold,
With great long stripes of red.

 And bordered by the softest tints
Of all the shades of gray.

 It's put together by the sky,
And quilted by the day.

Schottelslet

"Versleten,
lig jij dan nu in de kast!
Nu zijn ze je vergeten,
maar vroeger, werd jij schotetteldoek,
steeds weer opnieuw verrast!!!

Je leven begon voor een baby, ozo klein.
er was nog geen luier, dus maar jou!
Maar bij de kleine wezen, vond jij fijn
het voelde warm en tergelijk `koud`!

Maar het kindje werd groot
en had een viese neus...
Het jonge ding wist niet waar het in
snoot!!
geen zakdoek maar de schotteldoek;
serieus!!

Ook voor een omgevallen beker ranje,
of het afvegen van viese billen!!
de schotteldoek was er goed voor,
het was soms om te gillen!!

Zoals die ene keer...
de w.c. werd schoongemaakt;
Onze schotteldoek vloog alweer!!!
Zelfs toen er werd gebraakt!!!

Tja, het leven van de schotteldoek ging
niet over rozen.
Zijn leven is een beschreven boek;
waar niet is voor gekozen!!

Ramen werden er mee gelapt,
als stofdoek door het huis!!
Lekker mee als kleed tijdens picknicken
in het bos;
o, voor het vangen van een veldmuis!!

Ook als hoofddoek bij de schoonmaak,
en bij de vaat;gedroogd werd hier
alles mee!!
`even de schotteldoek`; werd gezeg
zo vaak!!
Zelfs op vakantie naar de Noord-Zee!!!

Nu is de schotteldoek versleten;
en denkt aan zijn oude dag!
Maar o nee; de kast gaat alweer open..
want met een oude doek,
kan een ieder nog lekker aan de slag!!".