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Nature awakens

Spring is for real and kicking

Cold breezes touched me

sweeties

she was waiting to be finished
and so alone
so I made here some friends 

even on here back is a friend
you see now she is never alone again

and if you are following my blog ,,
this one is also made a doll

have a nice Sunday evening to you all

smile

flowers in the garden
and the cat sleeps

Lace

making lace on a lazy sunday

Dreamrider

I travel to unknown places
where the day never ends
the sun always shine
a dreamrider i am
and my youth is my comrade
behind me i left
the puppets of mankind
I travel where there are no kings
no dreamthieves
the sky is always blue
no Gods and no Slaves
just me
a crazy dreamrider

Fun is good ,,,,,

paper and scrim

manipulate the paper  I just love this class
It takes me over the edge
if you like what you see
go and find more here and here

the soft delicate lace with the paper

from there to here
from here to there
funny things are everywhere

Think and wonder, wonder and think

free motion embroidery on scrim

scrim and paper

extendent embellisment

A new course by Karen
working with scrim

For the first course I made a piece
not finished yet
A good time to extend

Silly nonsense ?????

Of all the silly nonsense,
this is the stupidest tea party
I've ever been to in all my life.

Encaustic wax

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go

Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

it felt like spring

As winter turns the corner
And spring is on the way
I wait with mounting happiness
To see what comes today.

I also love the cold days
With frost upon the sill
But something special happens
Once winter’s had its fill.

The crocus buds are swollen
The daffodils sprout so tall
Something special happens
As spring time makes its call.

So get ready for the changes
That happens none too soon
When spring time rounds that corner
And flowers start to bloom!

R.I.P.Adri

 Adri died last Thursday much to jong
 Many wil know here beautiful embroidery


No words
Could ever describe
How I feel
Though they try

 http://a3designs.blogspot.com

Oldie

scent of sweet pea

embroidery

of flowers

hexagon flowers

hexagon flowers for the border

Hexing Hexagons

These hexing hexagons of mine
Are perplexing hexing thoughts
Of whirling toward the world I see
For a swirl of whirling fun
A line to spawn these drawn shapes
As they dawn to spawn some more
Then patterns placed by grace to find
Show races placed inside my mind
Paul Moosberg

green journal

Flowers  vines and climbers

critters and crawlies

I slipped into the garden
Almost before 'twas light,
As the lazy sun arose
I glimpsed a charming sight...
Red Poppy flung her cap aside,
Shook out her silken skirt;
The way she danced with a young breeze
Told me she was a flirt!

snow

now I did it snow deying

to try I did just 3 colours

slowly the snow was melting

and the result

well I am not impressed

this was a little piece I loved
I just found a site were they say to put ureum  into the paint
If the snow stays  i try again with the ureaum

the right place

finding the right place for the heart

maybe this is the place

working on heart
integrate  them
in the big tea party quilt
the story continues

more hearts

whispering hearts a lovely class by Jude Hill

Whisper to my heart
So it may learn the secrets
Of a dream come true

Art and heart

Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover,
It is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over.

Though smooth be the heartless prayer, no ear in Heaven will mind it,
And the finest phrase falls dead if there is no feeling behind it.

Though perfect the player's touch, little, if any, he sways us,
Unless we feel his heart throb through the music he plays us.

Though the poet may spend his life in skilfully rounding a measure,
Unless he writes from a full, warm heart he gives us little pleasure.

So it is not the speech which tells, but the impulse which goes with the saying;
And it is not the words of the prayer, but the yearning back of the praying.

It is not the artist's skill which into our soul comes stealing
With a joy that is almost pain, but it is the player's feeling.

And it is not the poet's song, though sweeter than sweet bells chiming,
Which thrills us through and through, but the heart which beats under the rhyming.

And therefore I say again, though I am art's own true lover,
That it is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over.

 Ella Wheeler Wilcox's

BUILDING A HOUSE

Of building houses there is no end
with bricks and feelings thoughts and mind,
using the universal glue
that clings and sticks and binds.

Lovers spin webs for castles,
conquerors ancestral halls,
angels their heavenly mansions,
demons their prison walls.

Actors that tread the boards
and actors on the street
have studied how to speak their lines
and where to put their feet.

Each is his own creator
and jostles with the crowd,
entangled with his own conceits
by turns both arrogant and cowed.

Mother Earth

after a phone call with a dear friend

I remembered this 

The challenge we are working on
because of grieve and difficult times
we never came to this challenge

 For me this was a very nice theme
in a basket forgotten there she was

I took here out and love here
I will work on here again
and maybe we all come togethere again
to finish this challenge


have a nice day

Kantha

Jude is talking about Kantha

I did a try of Kantha for C&G

finished purse

joy

The morning sun began to shine.
I felt a gentle glow inside.
A sensation of happiness came to me.
A wonderful feeling of being free

My worries and cares seemed far away.
I knew this would be a special day.
Things that once mattered were now in the past.
I'm really wanting this feeling to last.

My joy and excitement I cannot hide.
Even my smile is extra wide.
I want to reach out and delight everyone
To touch their lives like a warm ray of sun