Maria Wulf Full Moon Fiber Art

My First Batch Of Dog And Vintage Quilt Potholders For Sale

My Dog And Vintage Quilt Potholders, You can buy them here. 

My first batch of Dog Potholders is done and for sale in my Etsy Shop.  You can see them all and buy them here.  They’re $20 each + $5 shipping for one or more.

The dogs in these potholders came from a linen towel that someone sent me.  The rest of the fabric comes from one 1960s quilt top. So you get a dog and vintage fabric all in one potholder.

You’ll also see Suzy’s Woodland Shawl in my Etsy Shop for sale and my Dirty Dishes Magnet. I only have five of them left and I don’t plan on making more.  And I still have all of my other magnets, on sale for $1 each.   Just click here to get to my Etsy Shop.

I’m going to be taking the weekend off.  I always take Saturdays off, but this weekend, I’m taking both days off.  I don’t have anything planned, I could just use another day off.

I’ll be back on Monday with my Monday Morning Video.

Suzy’s Woodland Shawl is hand spun and hand knit mohair. It is 59″ x 19″ and is Sold $150 + $10 shipping.  You can read more about it here and  You can buy it here or email me at [email protected].
My There Are Always Better Things To Do Than The Dishes magnet is $7 including shipping. You can buy it, and all my other magnets which are on sale for $1 each here. 

Suzy’s” Woodland Shawl” for Sale

Woodland Shawl is 59″x 19″ and is $150 + $10 shipping. You can buy it here. 

“Warm and woodsy is what comes to mind” I wrote the other day when Suzy described the colors she was using in her new shawl.

Yesterday she sent me a picture of that shawl all done and I thought I was right. It feels to me like walking in the winter woods.

Take a close look and you’ll see the subtle shift of color in the  natural variations of browns and grays above the snowy white.  Then there’s the thin strip of green, like the lacy ferns that pop up though the early snow.  Or it’s the moss that stays green all winter long, clinging to the bark of a tree.

It’s a Woods Woman’s shawl.  A way to wrap yourself in nature, no matter where you are.

Suzy  hand spins and knits her shawls from the wool of her mohair goats Lucy, Ruth,April, Alice and Larry.  She’s dedicated to detail, and also uses wool that she buys throughout the year from other farmer’s.   The light gray locks  spun into the white mohair  of Woodland Shawl, come from a Wensleydale lamb.

Suzy’s washes each shawl in a natural solution so it’s as soft and warm as it looks.

Woodland Shawl is 59″x19″ and is $150 + $10 shipping.  You can buy it in my Etsy Shop, just click here.  Or you can email me here at [email protected].  I take checks, PayPal and Venmo. 

Woodland Shawl

Detail of the Wensleydale lambs locks spun into the white mohair.

Suzy’s goats are pretty popular on YouTube with over a thousand views.  See where move of her wool comes from….

Belonging

The waning moon, like an eye with her lid half shut watched me as I walked through the gate into the back pasture.  It was 2:30 am, the dark sky was pierced with stars, the half-moon still bright enough to throw shadows.

I woke up with tears in my eyes and an overwhelming feeling of being disconnected from the world around me. It wasn’t loneliness but the feeling of  being an outcast, of not belonging.

Out the window, moonlight glinted off the metal ridge cap on the barn roof.  A sliver of light that beaconed to me.  I kissed Jon’s head and slipped out of bed, quietly pulled on socks and pants under my nightgown and closed the bedroom door behind me.

Fate followed me into the back pasture, but the rest of the animals stayed behind.  I stood on the highest point of the small hill and looked up at the sky.  There were the few constellations I’m familiar with, Orion, the Big Dipper, The Seven Sisters and more groupings of stars that looked like they might be something.

When I looked down the frost on the grass sparkled in the moonlight, like tiny stars.  And I felt as if I was being held between the stars in the sky and the stars under my feet.

The farm house and barn were toy sized in the distance. And as I looked at them I thought of how this was my home, that it all belonged to me.

But in the next instant I knew that I would only be here a short time.  That the house and barn were already here longer than I’ve been alive.  And the land, with its manmade boundaries, could never really belong to anyone.

That’s when I realized that it didn’t belong to me, but that I belonged to it.

To the house and the barn, to the seventeen acres of pasture and woods but also the land stretching out around it and under it, to the earth and the stars, the moon and the sky.

Suddenly I felt connected to something so much bigger than myself. And I was flooded with the feeling of belonging.  I’m not an outcast, I thought, I know my place in the world.

On the way back to the house I fed the sheep and donkeys some apples, then had a cup of warm milk and went back to bed.

Jon was still sleeping when I crawled in next to him, and I quickly fell asleep feeling content and grounded in my new understanding of what it means to me to belong.

Square of Scraps, Turned on Its Side

My quilt has taken a few turns since I began working on it.  I literally turned it on its side to get to the point I’m at right now. I’m really focusing on the thin lines in this quilt, maybe you can see that already.

I did forget to take pictures along the way, but this is what it looks like at the end of my day in my studio.  I’m be heading out to bellydancing in a little while, so it’s an early night for me.

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