Follow Your Bliss

Follow Your Bliss

"To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose". Eccl 3.1

Thursday 9 May 2013

Beautiful Spring flowers blooming at present.


"Beauty is truth, Truth beauty,- that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."  John Keats
Bluebells, Cowslips and Primroses
- remind me so much of my childhood.

Their beauty is breathtaking.
They still delight me at this time every year.

My sister-in-law brought me some wild Wexford primroses from her lovely garden, which I will call Sandra's primroses -  I will plant them in a special place where they can bloom each year.  I picked a few to bring indoors, as I just love looking at them.   Thank you again Sandra.

Spring always makes me want to change things around the house. Hence my chair (given to me by my Mother-in-law when we were first married, which I love). The cream was the second re-upholstering I had done, about ten years ago.  The first was gold dupion back in the 1980's.  I also like to change it in Spring in readiness for Summer to my loose cover made from lovely Annibelle Rose Laura Ashley material.  It brings Summer into the house.



Happy Spring.

S.




Log Cabin fever and pretty little houses

These are the first two block for my black and gold log cabin throw .

I decided to make a new Iphone  case late last night.  This one is made from scraps I had . The gold and  maroon materials look nice together . 

My daughter Audrey bought me Helen Phillips beautiful book for Mother's Day.   So to honour her  (she also bought me the beautiful fabric - Lecian flower sugar)  I decided to make a cushion cover for her bedroom.   What a joy it was to make.  I need to finish it now with a back, a zip and a filler.   I think it's so pretty. 




This is the cover of the beautiful Helen Phillips book.  I also made some of  her darling little houses - I call them my fairytale houses


These are the fairytale houses I made for my daughter, so gorgeous, just like her. 

Wise words for Girls from Catherine Marshall.


''When we are no longer able to change a situation - we are challenged to change ourselves.''          Viktor E. Frankl 


I happened to watch a 1955 film recently, called A Man Called Peter (1955 Henry Koster Film). and I have to share with you the following transcript which is from the movie.  It was adapted from a book by Catherine Marshall by the same name. Catherine was the wife of the late great preacher, Dr. Peter Marshall.

The transcript below is directly from the movie. Catherine was a college student. She and several other college students (one man and three women) were asked to accompany Dr. Peter Marshall to speak at a college event about their Christian faith and values. Dr. Marshall gives his opening address and is “booed” into silence. 

He asks the first young lady to come up to speak. She sees the hostile crowd, gets scared and runs off. The male football player is also unwilling to stand before his fellow students and endure possible ridicule. 

Dr. Marshall is about to call off the event, when Catherine speaks up and volunteers to say something to the rowdy crowd.

Dr. Marshall introduces Catherine. She climbs up onto the makeshift stage (the back of a pickup truck). She’s very pretty, so there is a lot of  whistling, clapping and accolade for her femininity from the men in the audience.     This is the speech she gave in the movie:


If that’s because I’m a girl, thank you boys.  And now, if you’ll let me, I’d like to talk, as a girl, to the girls here this afternoon.  I know if you boys will listen, they’ll listen too. I’m just as sure that the only reason they’ve been just as rude and silly as you’ve been, is because they have the mistaken idea that you wanted them to be.


I never thought much about being a girl until two years ago, when I learned from a man what a wonderful thing it is to be a woman. Until that Sunday morning, I considered myself lucky to be living in the 20th century; the century of progress and emancipation; the century when, supposedly, we women came into our own. But I’d forgotten that the emancipation of women really began with Christianity.


A very young girl received the greatest honour in history. She was chosen to be the mother of the saviour of the world. And when her son grew up and began to teach his way of life, he ushered women into a new place in human relations. He accorded her a dignity she had never known before and crowned her with such glory that down through the ages she was revered, protected and loved.  Men wanted to think of her as different from themselves, better, made of finer, more delicate clay. It remained for the 20th century, the century of progress, to pull her down from her throne.

She wanted equality. For 1900 years, she had not been equal.  She had been superior [emphasis hers]. 

To stand equally with men, naturally she had to step down. Now, being equal with men, she has won all their rights and privileges; the right to get drunk, the right to swear, the right to smoke, the right to work like a man, to think like a man, to act like a man.  We’ve won all this, but ought we to feel so triumphant when men no longer feel as romantic about us as they did about our grandmothers; when we’ve lost something sweet and mysterious; something as hard to describe as the haunting, wistful fragrance of violets?

Of course, these aren’t my original thoughts. They are the thoughts I heard that Sunday morning.  But somehow, some thoughts of my own were born and the conclusion reached that somewhere along the line, we women got off the track.


Poets have become immortal by remembering on paper a girl’s smile.  But I’ve never read a poem rhapsodizing over a girl’s giggles at a smutty joke or I’ve never heard a man brag that his sweet heart or his wife could drink just as much as he and become just as intoxicated.    I’ve never heard a man say that a girl’s mouth was prettier with a cigarette hanging out of it or that her hair smelled divinely of stale tobacco.


[applause]

And that’s all I have to say. I’ve never made a speech before.


[end of transcription]  * Catherine became Dr Peter Marshall wife. 
                                                                                                                   

Since the Women’s Liberation Movement, women work longer and harder than any group of women before them in history, including women who used to work long hours in fields to help support their families. If they’re married and/or have a family and work outside the home, they typically have two jobs – what they do to earn money and the work they do to keep their homes and families going.

When asked if they are satisfied with their lives, women today say, to a greater degree than 100 years ago, that they are unhappy or very unhappy with their lives.

Crimes against women and children are greater than any other time in history.
Infanticide (and it's other name, abortion) are common.

Families are disintegrating and fracturing so much so that any concept of a normal family life (as that term has been accepted for 2,000 plus years or more) is alien to many men, women and children today.

People, in general, are treated and treat each other more as commodities to be used, abused or discarded than as beautiful creations in God's own image.

These are just a few of the facts. There are many, many more


Inspired by a Spoiled to bits West Highland Terrier



Happy Birthday Lulu - my daughter's adored Westie who is very lovable, playful  and loves people and other animals.
Her presence is delightful and her welcome is so joyous it is the best feeling in the world.  We love you Lulu Guinness, her full name after my daughter's large collection of Lulu Guinness handbags.

Westies are very loving and lovable, but won't stay still and cuddle up on your lap for too long.  They are terriers after all!!

I just had to make some little dogs :



Liberty print dog made for my Sister who loves Liberty of London. 

This little dog is inspired from Sally our wired haired fox terrier when I was child.
My Auntie Hannah bred wired haired fox terriers back then.
I then made an Airdale Terrier for my Mother-in-Law to remember Gussie
my Father-in-Law's Airdale from the 1970's.

Airdale Terrier

The pattern  for the above terriers is from the
Cath Kidston book Sew!   Thank you Cath.   
As you can see I'm mad about dogs - particularly terriers. 
The pattern for these two little beauties
 and the Christmas Westie below, came from Mandy Shaw from Dandelion Designs,
 a wonderfully talented lady I met at the Festival of Quilts in Birmingham.
I have a few of Mandy's gorgeous books and patterns.  Thank  you Mandy.