I made this little bib for my Granddaughter yesterday evening. It was pouring rain all day, so it was a perfect way to spend the hours. I made up a template and I like the way it turned out. I quilted it to make it sturdy.
Follow Your Bliss
Follow Your Bliss
"To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose". Eccl 3.1
"To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose". Eccl 3.1
Sunday, 3 May 2015
Flowers of the Fairest and Blossoms the Rarest!
Say a little prayer or aspiration for the people of Nepal. Their lives and their world has been shattered, so badly, we cannot even comprehend. These beautiful people need our help, but also our prayers. May God help them.
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| I lit a candle on my little May Alter to say a prayer for those in need. It can do no harm. |
Saturday, 3 January 2015
Happy New Year
Silver and Gold
Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold.
New-made friendships, like new wine,
Age will mellow and refine.
Friendships that have stood the test-
Time and change-are surely best;
Brow may wrinkle, hair grow gray;
Friendship never knows decay.
For 'mid old friends, tried and true,
Once more we our youth renew.
But old friends, alas! may die;
New friends must their place supply.
Cherish friendship in your breast-
New is good, but old is best;
Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold.
What is real endures;
it is as true of friendship as of other kinds of love.
Saturday, 13 December 2014
Saturday, 6 December 2014
Festive Season
Life flows on here as Advent, the beginning of the new church calendar and the festive season arrive upon us once more.
It has been ages since I have blogged anything. With a lot of projects still to finish and gift making in full swing, as well as minding my new granddaughter two days a week, I haven't had the time to consider what to write. Today, as I finish putting up the Christmas decorations and prepare to write my Christmas cards, a tradition I love, and one I sincerely hope will never die out, I feel inclined to write down how fortunate and blessed I and my family are. Thank God for all the love and good fortune we have in our lives.
Below are some items I made for a few nieces' and nephews' children.
It has been ages since I have blogged anything. With a lot of projects still to finish and gift making in full swing, as well as minding my new granddaughter two days a week, I haven't had the time to consider what to write. Today, as I finish putting up the Christmas decorations and prepare to write my Christmas cards, a tradition I love, and one I sincerely hope will never die out, I feel inclined to write down how fortunate and blessed I and my family are. Thank God for all the love and good fortune we have in our lives.
Below are some items I made for a few nieces' and nephews' children.
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| Handmade Santa envelopes with personalised Christmas cards. |
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| Personalised Christmas cards for my nieces in Canada |
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| Front of Santa envelope - finished |
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| Back of Santa envelope |
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| Outside of the Santa envelope completed, just to add the interfacing and lining. |
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| Work in progress - Christmas envelopes |
Tuesday, 9 September 2014
Hugs and Kisses
Here is the Hugs and Kisses lap quilt made from two Tilda charm packs. It's pretty and so easy and quick to make. A joy to put together.
| First border on the Hugs and Kisses quilt |
| 16 blocks sewn together. |
| Adding the white corners to the 5" squares |
| Use co-ordinated charm pack fabrics.
I used 64 5” squares and 128 2½" white squares.
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- Chain piece each 5” square with the first corner.
- Cut apart and add the 2nd corner.
- 4 squares make up one block.
- My first border is 2" which gave me 1½” border
- My second border will be 3½ giving me a 3" border (the width of the coloured material), with matching binding.
Sunday, 7 September 2014
Blackberry Jam
| Bubbling blackberries |
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| Blackberries in abundance ready for picking. |
"Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full".
On this beautiful Indian Summer day, I set off to forage and pick wild blackberries in County Wicklow, to make blackberry jam. I know from foraging expeditions over the years where to find these hidden treasures in abundance. The world is certainly an abundant place if one looks hard enough.
| Beautiful ripe blackberries from the recent sunshine and the rain. |
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