Grandma

I don't know how many times I admired it
That antique piece of machinery
Black with some silver and gold
A pedal that worked by knee
I saw her sitting there for hours
Sewing a patch on my old blue jeans
Making a fuzzy brown teddy bear
Designing dresses for my sister and me
Grandma looks happy as she sewed
She was in a world of her own
I remember her beautiful face
And how her eyes gleamed with delight
After showing us her latest creation
Memories of her cloud my mind
The sound of the sewing machine
Lives on in my heart
Along with Grandma's beautiful face

My Back is Whack

Every day starts with a crack
How much I loathe my awful back!
It hurts when walking, driving, sleeping
I'm tired of hurting, aching, weeping
I don't like pills or smelly lotions
I don't believe in magic potions
Instead I stretch and exercise
But my back won't compromise

 so sad ,,,,,,,
I will not be there
I hope you have a wonderful day ladies,,,,,,,

A sun for hearts

The days are clear,
Day after day,
When April's here,
That leads to May,
And June
Must follow soon:
Stay, June, stay! -
If only we could stop the moon
And June!

in time

did the on-line class with Arlee sometime ago
this is the first time I use some of the lovely stitching

there will be more
love the structure

Listen

Seat yourself under the oak trees,
Watch the leaf dust dance in the breeze,
Breathe in the flowers and catkins,
The slow buzzing motion of bees.

Reverse ,,,,,

The front and the backside of the quilt to be
thinking of making the quilt reversible
let the brain work ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
   

Earthday

We are all puppets to cheer on this Earth,
While joy and sorrow always come since our birth !
Daylights follow dusk towards the gloomy nights,
And bring us such a joy to renew our sights !
Fresh air and clean water nourish our souls,
Without them, we suffer, and pay the heavy tolls !

ecoprinted silk with red roses

It worked

I did it

and I love it

and now I want more

April 13

The last day of the class extending embellishment by Karen 
I have to say it is and was    I did more classes with here
excellent I had so little time but learned so much  and one day I hope to
use all the techniques she is showing

 April is my birthday month and this year 60 roses from my love
A house full of people lots and lots of presents
and lots and lots of cooking
but it was so much fun
And if you read my blog you now my dear friend is gone
so you see there is so much going on here
It is so quiet now and I am able to sit and stitch
but often my hands are not doing anything
and my mind wanders  to times past

have a great weekend
Emmy

Skinny R.I.P

 To Skinny

 She arrived in spring
Like a fresh gentle breeze
She was injured and starving
Curious and hopeful
A loving, trusting feline...
She was strong and unflinching
Vivacious and lively
She was radiant...she was youthful
She was ours...
We shared her raptures and sorrows
Her ups and her downs
Her life...
 

Now it is spring again..
But this time she has to go
Her spirit and essence will always live through us
She will eternally remain within us...
She will forever feel our love.... 

April, Dear April

April, dear April, I beg you come soon –
And bring your sweet primroses too.
Let them join in with the daffodils’ play,
As skies offer sunshine anew.

April, dear April, my blessed spring child,
Ornate in your yellow and white,
Teasing the birds into trilling their songs
And dancing to music of flight.

April, dear April, come enter my dreams
And rid me from cold winter chills.
Banish the rain and those blustery winds
And warm up our countryside hills.

April, dear April, I know you can’t stay -
You have to move on ‘till next year.
And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,
You’ll always be my month most dear.

Home

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

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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