I have about 24 children in my story times-all of them under 5 years old. We stomp and make animal noises and do lots of silly stuff to make books more fun. Some days (not all) I can't believe I get paid to do my job. For Christmas I wanted to give each of them something so have begun the story time bear project. I have lots of fabric I bought when I began sewing-pretty reproductions of old feed sack prints and other colorful fabric. This is a great way to use this fabric which I probably won't use on much else.
I've appliqued an "I love books" heart onto each bear. A nice side effect of sewing all these shapes on my machine is that I've gained more control in my free motion quilting. Kind of like warming up before drawing something.
Totally unrelated is this stone we unearthed from the old homestead area across the yard (which burned down many years ago). This must have been made when they built the old house. Funny, I come across pet 'gravestones' sometimes, hand written in concrete slabs. And the field behind where the old house sat always offers up pottery shards, ceramic doll heads, clay pipes, etc after the farmer plows the field for winter. Must have been where they put the trash. Once found the most delicate doll hand with fingers intact. Oh, and a ton of marbles. I've embedded all these in a cement collage outside the sun room door to remember those who lived here before us.
With summer ending and all the leaves falling many things are becoming visible again. Fences, spidery patterns in the trees limbs, old farm machinery, birch bark, old broken down houses. This may be why I love fall and winter so. These seasons show the bones of the land. These are the parts I like to look at. They remain-even when all other living things are sleeping. Bones and dreams.
I've appliqued an "I love books" heart onto each bear. A nice side effect of sewing all these shapes on my machine is that I've gained more control in my free motion quilting. Kind of like warming up before drawing something.
Totally unrelated is this stone we unearthed from the old homestead area across the yard (which burned down many years ago). This must have been made when they built the old house. Funny, I come across pet 'gravestones' sometimes, hand written in concrete slabs. And the field behind where the old house sat always offers up pottery shards, ceramic doll heads, clay pipes, etc after the farmer plows the field for winter. Must have been where they put the trash. Once found the most delicate doll hand with fingers intact. Oh, and a ton of marbles. I've embedded all these in a cement collage outside the sun room door to remember those who lived here before us.
With summer ending and all the leaves falling many things are becoming visible again. Fences, spidery patterns in the trees limbs, old farm machinery, birch bark, old broken down houses. This may be why I love fall and winter so. These seasons show the bones of the land. These are the parts I like to look at. They remain-even when all other living things are sleeping. Bones and dreams.
Hi!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment on my blog! I love the fact that you save unearthed items from yesteryear ... and I adore your little stitched hedgehog!
Suasn
Your work is inspiring and beautiful! I look forward to popping in to see what you're working on...
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