WInter Time

I did not like this piece in the forest quilt now it is better

this corner is also getting better
It is winter time the clock is back one hour
it is getting dark around 5
lighting the candles and stitching
have a great evening

Rain

The Art of Rain

© Mitchell D. Wilson


Falling Down, pooling up,
Out of the sky, into my cup.

What is this wet that comes from above,
That some call disaster, and others find love.

The harder it falls, the less it is nice,
The colder it falls the harder the ice.

The rain has an art that I may not get,
So I stand still here and get soaking wet.

A B C

A new block for the forest quilt
adding wool  to the quilt
it feels very soft and warm

Labyrinth

have a nice weekend

memories

I walk an empty coast
The only one I’ve ever loved the most

What am I doing

yes what is it, that I am doing

working on my forest quilt
this block will be added to the quilt

and I have 15 klosjes for the klosjes quilt

for the cloth to cloth course weaving and stitching

ooo and I almost forgot a little bit of stichery for a cristmas quilt
so you see
this is what I am doing

oant sjen

organize stitches

 If you like to organize your stitches
go and look here

http://www.pintangle.com/journal/2010/10/6/the-stitch-files-a-new-release.html

thanks to Sharon b

Home again

PETRA TOY ROMIOU - BIRTHPLACE OF APHRODITE

25 km east of Paphos.
According to legend, Aphrodite goddess of love and beauty, rose from the waves in this strikingly beautiful spot. The Greek name, Petra tou Romiou The Rock of the Greek' is associated with the legendary frontier-guard of Byzantine times Digenis Akritas, who kept the marauding Saracens at bay with amazing strength. It is said that he heaved this large rock into the sea destroying the enemy's ship.

we had  a wonderful  vacation  but now we are home again

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)