This is the last fabric insect coaster that I have. Fran sent it to me along with the Katydid coaster I used in the pillow I made earlier this week.
I ran out of the striped quilt squares that I used on my Flying Free quilt and the Katydid Pillow, so I used some fabric samples that I have.
They’re each about 6 inches square and I cut them up and sewed them together to get the same effect of momement. And the fabric has a shine to it which, like the irridescent brown surounding the diamond shape, dosen’t really show up in the photo.
I think this pillow has the same affect as the Katydid Pillow in that it’s like looking into another world.
My Butterfly Pillow is $95 including shipping. It’s about 25″x 25″ edge to edge. You can buy it in my Etsy Shop. Just click here.
Liam, a Border Leicester/ Cheviot, is so big it makes me wonder how big he’d be if he were a ram instead of a whether.
He was the only lamb that had no trouble being born. We came home one day and Suzy was standing by the pole barn a little white lamb next to her.
He was full of himself from the beginning and Suzy watched over him like an Italian mother dotes on her only son. Liam’s ribs were broken by our donkey Simon who didn’t know what to make of him. For a few weeks, he walked around the farm with a bandage around his middle until he healed. Which he did quickly.
Although his father, a cheviot, was a gentle ram, I always had the feeling that if we didn’t castrate Liam he would have turned aggressive.
Now Liam is almost as big as the donkeys. He and his mother Suzy are still close, often sitting together. And he’s mostly gentle, even though he gave Red a hard time towards the end of Red’s life.
Without Red, it’s hard to get Liam to move when he’s laying down. He ignores Fate and is indifferent to Bud too.
Liam’s has a lot of wool and I usually mix it with the wool of the other white sheep. So it’s a mix of Border Leister, Cheviot, Karakul, and Romney. The last few shearings, I dyed all the white wool a couple of different colors.
“I don’t know what I did before my blog” I said to Jon as we lay in bed this morning.
I’ve always had so many ideas, so many thoughts rolling around in my head, with no way to express them. And now that I have my art and my writing, I don’t know how I lived all those years without them.
Bottled up creativity can’t be healthy.
Over the past ten years, by doing my work, by answering the creative call inside of me, I’ve built my blog into a place where my creativity resides. I was always drawn to working with my hands, creating tangible, three-dimensional objects. But my blog opened my mind and heart to a differnt kind of creativity.
At first, I used my blog solely to sell my fiber art, but over the years it has evolved as I have. Now my writing, pictures, and videos are as much a part of my art as my potholders, quilts and fiber paintings.
I feel fortunate that I get to work in whichever form of art best expresses what I’m trying to say.
When I first started taking donations for my blog, I immediately felt the freedom to spend more time writing and taking pictures and videos.
And now that there’s an option on my blog to make monthly donations, I actually have some income that I can depend on every month.
It feels really good to be paid for my work.
Building my blog has been a slow and steady process. One I love and am dedicated to. So I truly appreciate all the support, all of you reading this, have given me over the years. I obviously couldn’t have done it without you.
Many of you were there, a few weeks ago, when I was writing about putting a monthly donation option on my blog. You contributed before I even had it all set up and helped me figure out if it was working or not (which is was). So thank you all for that!
Now, the whole process of making a donation to my blog, monthly or one time, is even easier.
I pulled Jon’s sweatshirt around me. Hood up, knees to chest, hands hidden in sleeves, the bottom of the sweatshirt tucked under my feet. It was a cool night, but covering up also kept the mosquitos from biting.
I saw the orange glow from the tip of the moon, over the tree tops on the edge of the farm, as I closed up the chicken coop. Lately I’ve been working late, getting into the house around 10pm.
But last night I wanted something different. I wanted to be outside with the moon.
I sat captivated. The moon was so alluring I wanted to take her picture, but she wasn’t having it. Her brilliance was lost on my iPhone. I’ll just admire her instead, I thought, create a picture with words if I can.
Once she cleared the trees, the moon went from orange to yellow and the darker the sky, the more she glowed white. I watched her slip into the bottom of a low black and blue cloud that towered up into the night sky.
That’s when I decided I would stay, watching till she rose above it.
Thin moon light gave definition to the bottom edge of the cloud, making it appear like a massive flat shape in the sky. But as the moon moved up, it lit the cloud from inside, softly coloring and shading the cloud giving it dimension.
And every once in a while a pin prick of intense light appeared as the moon passed by a hole in the cloud. It was so slow I couldn’t see any movement, but at the same time, quick enough to last only seconds.
Darkness came as the moon ascended the cloud until I could only hear the apples fall from the tree I was sitting under, but could no longer see them.
When, finally, the moon made her way out of the cloud she lit up not only the sky, but the ground in front of me. And I saw the sheep grazing behind the fence, where they had been all along, dark flat shapes, outlined in moonlight.
The few stars or planets, (I’m not sure which they were) faded or disappeared as the almost full moon emerged high in the sky.
Minnie jumped up on the bench next to me. I scratched her ears, and began singing… I’m being followed by a moon shadow, moon shadow, moon shadow…
I woke up slowly, the morning sun softly lighting up the windows in the bedroom. Jon is alway awake long before me, usually reading the news or a book. “What time is it?” is ask, my eyes closed again.
It’s always somewhere between 6:40 and 7am, then I try to remember what day it is. Today and every Thursday, Jon answers, kind of gleefully, “It’s Bellydancing day”.
Bellydancing has entered our lives like a new animal on the farm. Not a puppy, more like an cat who lives outside, but has a presence strong enough to permeate the house.
Jon seems to enjoy how I’ve taken to Bellydancing almost as much as I enjoy doing it. He’s an advocate and encourager. Because he see’s what it does for me, how it boosts my confidence and belief in myself and my body. I always feel better when I get home from class, no matter how I felt when I left. And me being in a good mood, is better not only for me, but for Jon too.
Last week I took the choker that Melinda sent me (along with so many other beautiful pieces of Bellydancing jewelry) to Heather at the bead shop in town. It was a little to big, so Heather put a smaller sterling silver chain on the back with a carnelian bead to match the stones on the front of the choker.
Now it fits perfectly and I love the way it feels and looks on my neck.
I wore it to class last week and Kathleen pointed out how when you wear a special piece of jewelry like that it actually helps you hold your head higher and keep your neck long.
And I know what she means. Wearing the choker made me feel like I was worthy of it. And that feeling affected my body posture. And because it’s heavy around my neck, it makes it’s presence known.
Melinda’s choker a demanding piece of jewelry that wants to be noticed and admired.
Until now I’ve been reluctant to own or wear too much bellydancing clothes or jewelry. I have this feeling that I need to earn it. I didn’t want to dress the part, without being able to actually do it.
But I’m also seeing how there are times when the costume can help with the dance. Like how the sound and movement of the the coins, on the coin belt, tell me about my own movements, especially when I shimmying. And like the feeling of the choker around my neck.
Melinda also gave me a silver snake armband that I haven’t had the guts to wear yet, but I’ll get there. I have a feeling that it will have its own power and I’ll learn something from it too.
I just got an email from Deb at the Vermont Fiber Mill. She’s beginning to dye my wool. That means it’s closer to being done.
I can’t remember whose wool I mixed Griselle’s with this time. I think I may have used it to make the barber pole wool, twisted with some of Kim’s wool. I can’t wait to see what that looks like.
Griselle is one of the Romney’s that we got from Donna, who I wrote about yesterday.
She’s one of our oldest sheep, and along with Zelda, had a hard time keeping weight on over the winter. All summer I’ve been feeding both of them grain once a day to supplement their diet, even though there’s lots of fresh green grass still.
Since feeding her grain, Griselle has become very friendly.
She comes right up to me when I walk in the barnyard and knows to stay in the pole barn when I chase the other sheep out so I can give her and Zelda grain.
Because she’s old, I don’t get as much wool from her as the other Romneys, but what I do get is a lovely light gray color.
Griselle’s face looks a lot like Izzy’s, but she has a white spot on the bottom of her nose and Izzy has one like a third eye.
Griselle still doesn’t like me to touch her, but she’ll walk right up to me, looking for a treat.
I got this picture from #tinypricks on instagram. That’s my first tinypricks in the upper right corner. It’s Donald Trumps response, “I sorta get away with things like that”, when interviewed about his bursting into the Miss America dressing room.
It’s placed with a few of the other tinypricks, made by other people and sent into The Tiny Pricks Project. They all refer to or are statements made by Donald Trump about women.
Having my tinypricks alongside all the others makes me feel like I’m a part of something that makes a difference. Seeing all the tiny pricks together, knowing they come from all over the country, each one hand embroidered, shows the power of the individual when we join together.
And I know as long as Donald Trump is in office, I’ll always have another idea for a tinypricks.
This is the linen I’ll be using for the next tinypricks. I cut it off from a larger piece, the other part it shows the same couple on Sunday, getting married.
This tinypricks will have just two words repeated, covering the white space around the original embroidery. Those words are “Invasion” and ‘Infestation“. Two words that Donald Trump has used again and again to describe, what he believes, that people who aren’t white, are doing to the country.
These two words speak strongly of Trumps racist beliefs.
“… there is plenty of evidence that Trump shares many of the beliefs that underpin white supremacy—most notably in his continued use of the tropes of invasion and infestation so typical of this genocidal ideology….”
I’m going to stitch the two words on the linen in different shades of brown, representing the skin colors of the people that Trump is targeting with these words.
I’m grateful to Diane Weymar, who created the Tiny Pricks Project, for giving me this creative venue to express my idea’s and beliefs.
And if you’d like to create a tinypricks, but need a hankie or linen to embroider your Trump quote on, I’ll be happy to send you a couple. Just email me here at [email protected]. I’ve already sent out hankies to 5 or 6 people.
Weymar wants to have 2020 tinypricks by the 2020 election and she’s more than half way there, but can always use more tinypricks.
I didn’t expect it when I made the pillow, I was thinking it would look similar to my Flying Free quilt.
But, of course, when you take something flat and make it three dimensional, it changes. Sometimes for the worse, this time for the better.
For the most part, I have come to understand how and where to place the fabric that is most important to the pillow, on it. Anything on the edges gets lost when looking at the pillow head-on and it’s better to put a center image higher up than lower down on the pillow.
But I never made a pillow with a delineating line and solid edges or placed the center in a diamond shape. And what a lovely effect it is.
With the movement and depth of the pattern in the center of the pillow and the solid colors on the outside, it’s like peering into another world from the outside. The black line becomes soft and rounded. It’s like looking under a microscope, through a telescope.
My Katydid Pillow is Sold for sale in my Etsy Shop or you can email me at [email protected] It’s $95 including shipping and is 26″x27″ edge to edge. You can see more photos of it and buy it here.