My office has two outer walls and it gets frigid in the winter, so tonight as I sat shivering in my hockey jersey and regular slippers, I remembered that my mother had slippers made when we lived up in Aklavik. I remembered that they had deer hide and fur. I also remembered that I had put them in my cedar chest. They would be just the right addition to my already bizarre outfit. However, no one really cares what they look like when they are cold. Hence the snazzy beaded moccasins that are just the perfect fit and comfort. I would say that these moccasins are by far the smartest looking item in my wardrobe right now. There is a lovely warm fur (sorry animal rights people) trim around my ankles and below that more beading. They have colour coordinated wool tassels that hug my feet and they are accentuated by the gorgeous beaded panel that you see in the picture above. Thank you to the Inuit or Dene seamstress who fashioned them from my mother’s foot tracing. And thank you to Mom who passed them on to me.
So here I sit in splendid comfort typing these words on my computer, the first blog entry I have made in some months. It also brings to mind all the other little comforts we allow ourselves in this time of stressful living. Last week I made meatloaf for supper – a treat I remember my mom making years ago. I throw every leftover I can into my meatloaf and it does taste delicious, I must say. I spend a lot of time playing word games when I am not writing Sunday messages and bits of my on-going novel. I love Scrabble of course, and Wordsee, Word Search and crosswords. I have read all kinds of mystery novels and we watch British television mysteries to the point where my husband says that we should write the sergeant’s exam. I spend a great deal of time on Pinterest where I have two accounts, one so full that I cannot add any more to it unless I delete a lot of items first. And of course I knit or crochet while watching television. Neither of these pastimes will win any blue ribbons but they soothe my rattled nerves.
Last fall I indulged a dream of mine to learn to play an instrument, in this case an African “thumb piano” which I bought online and the book of music to go with it. So far my family has identified my awkward attempts as “The House of the Rising Sun” so I guess I am making some progress. So what I would love to know is what you are doing to fill your time. Have you gone hiking, taken up snow shoeing, learned a new language or begun to write a novel? Also, do you have any idea what I can do with several slightly wonky crocheted berets? My relatives are all “bereted out” or should that be “beretted “out?
Follow Me and fish for people;
Follow Me and serve the Lord.
Though the day be long and weary
With God’s pow’r you’ll be restored.
Follow Me and tell My story;
Follow Me and find the strayed.
Roads I travel lead to glory;
For each soul I’ve fully paid.
Follow Me and feed the hungry;
Follow Me and clothe the poor.
Use your hands and heart for others;
As you serve you’ll know me more.
Follow Me and serve My Father;
Follow Me and find the lost.
Ev’ry soul is worth the searching;
Ev’ry soul is worth the cost.
The frost hit our garden fairly hard, but some sturdier flowers still flourish: turtle head, hollyhock, and pink sedum. Our Japanese crab apple has turned deep maroon, and the peony leaves are now bright orange. Fall is here.
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.
I’ve been playing with felt again. This time I made a felt pizza that my grandson can take apart to serve or put on the platter together to bake. This play pizza is stuffed with fill and is covered with tomatoes, olives, pepperoni pieces, green pepper and mushrooms. It attaches to the plastic platter (Dollar Store) with velcro. At first I tried to sew on the fuzzy part of the velcro to the pizza, but after two broken needles, I realized that I only needed the toothy part attached to the platter as the felt just naturally attached to it. So here it is:
Then I decided to make three hotdogs and buns for more fun food. The hot dogs were easy – just three tubes of brown felt. I decided to add the toppings before sewing, so while I completed the pizza, I called upon my sous-chef (my 10 year old granddaughter) to cut out the mustard, catsup and relish which she did with great skill. I sewed them on and when I sewed up the seams, she stuffed them. The buns were a bit more of a challenge, but in the end I think they looked enough like bun to please my grandson (he’s two).
Next I made eggs and bacon strips. I think they look convincing.
These felt foods were intended for my grandson’s 2nd birthday present and he was very pleased with them. I think he will like cooking them on his felt play oven. Oh, I do love felt. My sous-chef approved also. Thank you, Kaytlyn.
I saw this idea on Pinterest and decided to make one for my little grandson who loves to “cook” when his mom and dad do. It took a day to make because I do a lot of hand-sewing as well as by machine. I had fun making it. It is a play stove which can be put on the seat of a chair and fastened to the back. The advantage to this is that it can be folded up and stowed away when not in use.
The dials are large buttons I found at Fabricland where I got the material. I hope my grandson has as much fun playing with this stove as I had making it.
As you can see by the date, I painted this water colour painting many years ago. It is a picture of my favourite doll, a rag doll I named Mary. My great Aunt Bessie made the doll for me the year I turned one. She made it out of bleached flour sacks and if you looked carefully you could still barely see the faint outline of Robin Hood on her face. I loved that doll and took it everywhere with me. I even had plans as to how to make sure she was the first thing I saved if our house was ever in a fire or other disaster. I planned to toss her out of the window. I cuddled up to Mary every night and she heard all of my woes and all my happiness. She was water stained, tear stained and sometimes even, orange juice stained. She was my security blanket, my best friend and often my pillow.
I painted this picture for my parents. Mary is sitting on the chair they had recovered for my husband and I when we got married. The chair was one that my Grandpa Pearce (Poppa) won as a prize in lawn bowling. I remember going to the green with him when I was small and watching him bowl. So, you can see, this painting is full of memories for me.
My latest crafting experiment is the making of fascinators, those jaunty little bits of fluff that adorn the society elite when they go to tea or a wedding. I want to make several for a special occasion coming soon and so I have been trying my hand at constructing some with a few things I have on hand: some headbands in various colours, coloured felt, ribbons,tulle, artificial flowers, felt maple leaves, buttons and anything else I can find. Here are the first results:
I’m having great fun making these and I have been hand-sewing them together. I have some large barrettes to use as well, but I will need to use the glue gun to construct them.