First Frost

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First Frost
©2017 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

Crisp brown leaves now litter the lawn
Rimed by frost in the early dawn.
The dahlias bend, their flowers curl,
Sagging low, as around them swirl
The icy whispers of winter.

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Krazy Kats for Halloween

Our church crafting group makes some decorations and cards for our local nursing home.  These are some cats I have made for this Thanksgiving/Halloween craft fest. I made them out of socks I bought at a dollar store, using left over felt, buttons and some bright orange ribbon.

Krazy Kat #1Krazy Kat #2.jpgKrazy Kat #3Krazy Cats aren’t pretty but they have lots of personality.  I do notice I have a few threads to snip and for some reason orange appears pink…hmm.  I plan to name the Kats and decorate the boxes they are sitting in.  Hopefully the seniors who receive them will have a smile.

From Placemat to Bonnet

As part of our Canada’s 150th celebration, our church is planning an 1867 Victorian High Tea for those women in our community who are bereaved.  Part of the festivities will be the wearing of decorated hats and bonnets for the occasion.  We decorated summer straw hats for the event and then I had an idea for some pretty bonnets made from the round woven placemats I saw in the dollar store. This is the result:

 

Completed bonnet with lace and flower trim.Front of pink bonnetUnadorned placemat.

20170902_12064920170902_120707Pleated back forming a crown for the bonnet.

20170902_120743The bonnet pleated inside and sewn down.

20170906_135309Side view of bonnet.

20170906_135333I hand sewed on the lace, ribbon and trim, but the lace and ribbon could be sewn by sewing machine and the flowers could be hot-glued in place.

The Gardener

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The Gardener
© 2017 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

I passed a field of sunflowers
Glowing in the golden light,
Basking in joyous sunbeams,
And it gave my heart delight.
I passed beds of sweet roses
And happy bees were dancing there.
They were drinking in the nectar,
So I breathed in my fair share.
I passed some calla lilies,
So pure and full of holy grace
That I knew God was the Gard’ner
Who had made each sacred place. Continue reading