I Made a Thing

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It’s not unusual for me to make things. But this is a bit of a departure for me. My sister and I took a sashiko class at Las Colchas – our beautiful local fabric store. I’m not much of a “group” person, but this was fun.

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Sashiko is a form of Japanese embroidery used for visible mending.  We learned the stitch by creating this little patchwork. I absolutely love the final product. It’s a carrying case to store all my sashiko supplies. I can envision many interesting projects using this technique.

Machine Embroidery

For my birthday Paul bought me a wonderful computerized sewing machine that also does embroidery. My new machine is a fantastic upgrade for everyday sewing. And the embroidery feature has been so much fun to play with. Let’s call it a learning process.

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That’s a sample from an afternoon of experimentation. Finding interesting embroidery designs has become something of a preoccupation!

Unlikely

I love finding a pretty little plant growing in a very unlikely place. Seems like it is really fighting the odds.

 

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Also found a quarter right nearby…

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Must be my lucky day.

 

 

Old Friends

Margaret and I have been friends for more than 50 years. I was at her house today and just being silly, we cobbled together hats for the Kentucky Derby.

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Making things together has been such an integral part of our friendship. It probably started with doll accessories, progressed through many Halloween costumes, then every imaginable craft, and so many meals.

Here’s a poem that, for me, sums up the time we spend together.

 

The Pleasures of Friendship

The pleasures of friendship are exquisite,
How pleasant to go to a friend on a visit!
I go to my friend, we walk on the grass,
And the hours and moments like minutes pass.

~ Stevie Smith

Horses

Whenever we see horses in the fields along the roadside, I’m reminded of this lovely poem by James Wright. I saw these horses near Balinger, Texas.

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A Blessing

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
                ~ James Wright

Poem

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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden Daffodils;
Beside the Lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:—
A Poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.

~ William Wordsworth

 

 

This is one of my favorite poems, along with a very pretty picture. I am aware that none of the flowers in this photo are daffodils. Also I saw these flowers at the grocery store, not wandering in a picturesque field. Poetic license…

Thank You, Lady Bird

In July 2007, when Lady Bird Johnson died, Paul and I drove up to Johnson City to join many fellow Texans in paying tribute as her funeral cortège passed through town.  Along the approach to Johnson City, on US Highway 281, the Texas Highway Department had parked dozens of  the big tractor/mowers in an unusual and poignant salute to her contributions to Highway Beautification.  There were many aspects to Highway Beautification, including the encouragement of roadside wildflowers.

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Yesterday, Paul and I drove to Goliad TX on our way to the coast to celebrate Paul’s birthday. The roadsides were covered with the most beautiful wildflowers. It was a real pleasure to see and it made me very appreciative of Lady Bird Johnson.

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Of course, the photos don’t do it justice!

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