Wednesday, September 02, 2015


you get lucky!  And I did!  I won a Whisper from Penny at Art Journey.    :)   :) 

And Wonder is lovely in appearance and attitude.  She is settling in, getting acquainted right now, but will soon grace the wall in the living room.  
 I love her hair and all of the embroidered details.

 And on her back, her name.

Thanks, so much Penny,
she is a delight!

Sunday, August 30, 2015

New Orleans

We could not have asked for better weather in New Orleans!  Everyone was talking about it because it was so unusual, but the high was 89 with reasonable humidity--wonderful!  Although I walked around while Amelia was in her conference sessions, I didn't buy anything in the Quarter, and when I got tired, went back to the hotel and my Kindle.

Suzie and Bobby took us to Boucherie on Tuesday night--and if you ever have a chance when you are in N.O., you really should experience it. Bobby ordered such an assortment dishes that we all shared.   It was all such a delight for the eye, but then the tasting sensation...!  I didn't even have enough sense to take a picture of all of it on display. Check out the menu and drool.  :)

Every place we ate had wonderful food presented so artistically, but Boucherie was in a class by itself.

Wednesday afternoon, Suzie picked us up after school and took us to Magazine St. where the shops cater to a New Orleans crowd mostly, I think.  What fun!  It was so late we only had time for two shops:  Uptown Needle & CraftWorks (and their Facebook page) and The Bead Shop, which was right next door.  Two little shotgun houses side by side.

The pics come from their Facebook pages.
Couldn't resist a few fat quarters
from Uptown Needle and CraftWorks.
Emma and her daughter own the shop
and offer all kinds of classes and lessons.
Oh, to live in N.O. and be able to take
a few classes!
Or beads from 
the Bead Shop

I'm eager to make some Halloween Eccentrics now!  Just look at those skull beads--perfect!  I was so glad Amelia was able to go with us, but we had to hurry because the shops closed at 6:00.  Rush, rush!

Up early Friday morning for the long drive home, but what a wonderful quick trip!

Tuesday, August 25, 2015


A busy weekend with a baby shower for a lovely niece and my Baton Rouge daughter Erin in town with Mila and Max.  Wonderful luncheon at Amelia's with the three cousins completely occupied the entire time.  None of my pictures came out, and I don't know why, so that was disappointing, but otherwise, a fun weekend with family.

Today, I will be heading to New Orleans with Amelia, who has a conference to attend.  I'll get to visit with Suzie again; she is already back to school, so we will have to schedule our limited time accordingly.  Since we are staying in the French Quarter, I will be able to occupy my solitary self while Amelia attends the conference.

I think I have almost everything organized and packed or ready to pack.  Plenty of books on my Kindle and a slow cloth ready to begin, so even if I get tired of walking through the Quarter, I won't be bored.  

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Finished at Last

I think she is done.  Sigh of relief over this one.  After abandoning (and disliking her) time after time, I'm fine with her now.  Yesterday, I made a black cat out of a scrap of felted wool to accompany her, but realized quickly that a black cat was too Halloweenish for her summery dress.  While still not completely satisfied with the apron, I was too impatient to give it a third go.  Knowing what I'd do different next time is enough for now.  

So many "what I'd do next time" thoughts about both doll and clothing. One big one-- don't take a heat gun to dry a re-painted face--it will melt the fur used for hair.  

When the cat idea didn't work, I made her a little book for her pocket.  Maybe I will eventually make her a cat, but a marmalade tabby would suit her better, if I ever get around to it.

Since my original concept changed so many times, and she changed from a kind of winter/snow queen to more of a homebody, she has no name, but she loves poetry and herb gardens and butterflies.

I'm loving Ian Fleming's letters!  For someone who had little interest in James Bond, I'm finding myself captivated by the author.  I may have to read one of the Bond novels. :)

Thursday, August 20, 2015

This and That

More playing with scraps,
some machine and hand embroidery,
and beading.

Took the pictures outside on the patio,
so you can see the exposed gravel through the holes.
Because of the layers of fabric, 
felt batting, and backing,
the blanket stitching around the holes
was difficult.
Had to use pliers to pull the needle through
when my fingers gave out.

I finished the skirt 
for the white-haired lady that has waited so long for attention.
Then I made a pattern for the wrap around apron I wanted for her.
The first version wasn't long enough,so I've made a new pattern.

Working on this one now,
but I already know it may need adjustments.

I'm reading The Man with the Golden Typewriter: Ian Fleming's James Bond Letters and enjoying it.  I have never read a single one of the James Bond books and only saw a couple of the films, but Fleming's letters are funny and informative.  My interest in Fleming was aroused several years ago when reading about his work in WWII.

"While working for Britain's Naval Intelligence Division during the Second World War, Fleming was involved in planning Operation Goldeneye and in the planning and oversight of two intelligence units, 30 Assault Unit and T-Force. His wartime service and his career as a journalist provided much of the background, detail and depth of the James Bond novels."  Wikipedia

Monday, August 17, 2015


Last year, I worked on Halloween projects all summer long.  This year, not a new Halloween creature, witch, or doll so far!  And I have projects that have been sitting for more than 6 months; not necessarily Halloween creatures, just heads started in December or January.

I'm determined to get back to some creative activities, whether clay or fabric.  My addiction to reading has to be controlled, and actually making something has to get a re-start.  

After Suzie's visit, I looked through my stash and decided to order

some more crinkly seam binding from Bluebird Lane--scrumptious!  
The packaging is a pleasure in itself.

 Some shades of pink and some fall colors.
 And a little bonus gift.
Always love lagniappe!

Also ordered some more sari ribbon from Victorian Gypsy Girl.
Opened the ribbon up and pressed it --
lovely stuff!

Now, the challenge is to get up to the studio, decide on where to start, and get busy.

Bryce Eleanor beat me at two games of Go Fish Saturday on Saturday and one game of Concentration.  You might think I let her win, but no, I was cut-throat and still lost!  She takes after her mother with games.  

Sunday, though, I actually won ONE game, and I was hopping around and whooping like the aging idjit I having one a game of Go Fish against a seven-year-old.  I should have been ashamed, but finally winning a game was too exciting!

Saturday, August 15, 2015


Wow--another month has gone by without a post.  Mostly because I've done little in the studio, but also, perhaps because of mid-summer malaise.                

My best friend was up from New Orleans for ten days in late July and the first few days of August.  Friends since junior high (back when they had junior high), whenever we get together, we pick up almost as if we'd seen each other the day before.  

When she was available, we spent 4-6 hours at a time in the studio, playing with fabric and talking about everything.  Ahem, or outside with a glass of wine, discussing 
books, current events, and youthful memories.  It was, as always, wonderful!

We figured out a simple way to make a bag for her mother's walker, and she made this one from upholstery fabric on sale at Hancock's; the dowel just shows how it would drape over the front of a walker.  She wanted two large pockets--one faces her, the other sports the heart she added.  I should have taken pictures of it while it was laid out flat, but didn't think to at the time.  Velcro on the undersides keep it attached.

The side facing out is actually the side she wants to face her mother, so that the heart she applied would be a little secret.

We also played with creating lacy fabric from Solvy and my stash of threads and embroidery floss leftovers, which I keep in a little jar; made some pretty cords from yarn; and she made a pincushion for a friend.     

Bryce Eleanor plays with clay.
Amelia and Chris have take a little away weekend
and after Bryce Eleanor had breakfast this morning,
she said,
"Let's go upstairs,"
 in this little whispery voice.
Like it is a secret....

 Here she is working on a dragon.

Now, she is entertaining herself for a little while
and the dragon is sitting in the sun.

I started this lady in December
and have worked on her several times,
each time giving up because I didn't like her face.
Finally, last month, I repainted her for the LaSt TiMe.
Stuck a butterfly in her hair...

and I almost like her now after disliking her for months,
I  even started working on some clothing for her ungainly body.

Now, I'm off to check on the kid.


Tuesday, July 14, 2015


Not much going on here creatively,
 and I've taken a long hiatus from blogging as well. 

In May, I pieced scraps.
I made more, but didn't take pictures.
Snippets and left over bits from other projects
stitched together.

Also in May, I did some experimenting  
with tactile elements,
I ended up putting together this little "fidget" book.

The plan was is use some of the ideas in future fidget quilts.

In June,
I made "Deer Diva,"
which I've already shown you.
And more fabric beads.
And that was it!

I strung some of the beads into a necklace.
Then, when a friend complimented me,
I made her a necklace, too.
 I finished enough beads 
to string her necklace last week
and put it in the mail.

Mostly, I've been reading.  
Work in the garden has pretty much ceased.
Heat advisory for today:
Heat index 105-108 degrees.
Weather that a mistake?

Tuesday, June 09, 2015

Over the Banks; Into Everything

Worst flooding in over 70 years.

We aren't threatened in our neighborhood,
but our hearts go out to those who have lost their homes
or are still trying to stave off the river.

Source of all photos:  Bossier Parish Sheriff's Office

Wednesday, June 03, 2015

Deer Diva

My first completed Eccentric Twiggy.

Deer Diva

 She loved practicing in the garden.

 I still had some small pieces of raw silk, muslin, and cheesecloth
that I eco dyed and embroidered a few years ago,
and they went into the making of Deer's clothing.

 She practiced her arabesques with great enthusiasm.

Tuesday, June 02, 2015

This and That

A break from the rain!  We are having some sunny days and appreciating them greatly.  The following video was taken several days ago.  The Red River is expected to crest this coming Saturday.

My fidget quilts have gone to an Alzheimer's/Dementia unit 
right next to our subdivision  and to Holy Angels--
well, to Amelia, who will deliver them to Holy Angels.  
I'm working on one more right now, 
but it may be the last for a while.

This fellow has been helping relieve my generalized anxiety 
(which seems to fluctuate with drops in the barometric pressure),
 for several weeks now.
 I have been picking him up
and filling him with stitches
 as a form of meditation.
The process is random and organic:
I pick a color, find an empty spot, and stitch.
Think he's done now.

My scrap basket from my last few fidget quilts
was overflowing.
Looking at it one day last week
led me to another digression.
That old crafting ADD syndrome.

I started piecing some very tiny scraps,
 then larger ones,
then began adding them together.

Kind of tedious, but I like playing with scraps
when I can't think of anything else that appeals to me.
It is another displacement activity
that keeps me occupied when I'm unfocused.

Now, I'm thinking about how to use all of the twigs 
I've been trimming/gathering from the yard. 

Two projects in progress right now  
(stick figures--a Deer Diva and a Twiggy Nymph),
but I want to explore other possibilities. 

 :) At least once a year, I get hung up on twigs and branches.