bundle of blank

I  pounced on a bundle of blank cards at the thrift shop. They are such a wonderful color, brown like paper bags, embossed, and have nice heavy envelopes. Be still my heart!!
The embossed part seemed the only negative until I had one in my hand and colored pencils in the other.
Wood grain!!
I felt like I was drawing on wood!
What better subject for wood, than a horse.
This card is mixed-media.
I've always wanted to say that.
It is colored pencil, watercolor pencil, and felt pen.

prowly owly

When I was a child we had a cat that we had imaginatively called Kitty.
It was a lovely prowly, owly sort of cat.

paper and pencil

All you really need when a creative urge strikes are paper and a pencil. All the better if the paper is as dark as night and the pencils are colored.

originally

Another tote, oh joyous day! You absolutely can't have too many tote bags! Good thing because this denim was originally destined to become a chisel roll. A chisel roll was before my eyes as I chopped out the pieces, five in all and hemmed the edges. And a chisel roll was fixed firmly in my gaze as I began to lay out the pieces for assembly. Sadly, that's when it became as clear as a summer day that I had vastly underestimated the sizes of pieces I would need. You can always go down in size but you can't go up. As I gazed forlornly at those lovely pieces of hemmed denim I had an epiphany. Hazah!! A tote bag! The chisel roll is ripening on the vine.

a clutch

A clutch of pom pom bookmarks.

floor show

An Achilles tendon injury has placed my husband on the couch with his foot up. Ice has been involved, and a heating pad by turns. It tends to flare and heal so that he is alternately, immobile, hobbling, limping, or gingerly walking.
On the weekend, while he was in a gingerly walking stage, we struck off for Aldergrove Lake Park.
We took lawn chairs and parked ourselves on a grassy rise overlooking the water.
Dragon flies patrolled the pond edge.
A turtle on a log was using solar power to plan its afternoon. 
An aggressive red-winged blackbird was the floor show though, as it chased cedar wax wings off of the bull rushes, and out of the reeds and away from the shrubs and out of the trees. Its flute-like, reedy call shrilled over and over.
Bullfrogs added the lower notes and our ears hummed with the sound of a thousand bees on the wild rose and blackberry blossoms.

instant tidy

Fabric baskets are a great way to coral the sewing notions running amok in your house.
My couch-side bench often has a sewing needle stabbed into a piece of felt, a few spools of thread in the color of the day, scissors, tiny pompoms, seam ripper, buttons....
What a joy it is to scoop them up and drop them out of sight (almost) into a fabric basket. Instant tidy.
This fabric basket is a practice run. It is meant to be a generous size but I wanted to SEE how it would look before I made a fabric commitment. I wanted to FEEL how it would go together before I chopped up perfectly good fabric and stitched it back together willy nilly.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with commitment issues when it comes to diving into your fabric stash.
Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

a daisy a day

"I'll give you a daisy a day

I'll give you a daisy a day

I'll love you until the rivers run still

And the four winds we know blow away." 

-Jud Strunk

voila

I came upon a charm-pack wedged in the very bottom of a box of fabric. Now who was the clever soul that thought up charm-packs? Or their name so apt? And for goodness sake, who thought of sewing them together like this to make a bag? All those zig-zag edges interlock in the most fascinating way. Who says you don't use math in your every day life?

A few blocks sewn together and voila! A generously sized cosmetic bag/travel bag/storage pouch.

I love this little bag so much I have the beginnings of five more. I could have used the blocks to make a lap quilt. A lap quilt or six fabulously floral bags. Hmmmm. Yup. The bags have it.

creeping

A creeping cat card.

bite-sized

I've stitched up a batch of little zippered pouches. They have four corners but create a three sided shape. Isn't math marvelous?

Some zip up to the point and some zip down from the point. Variety is the spice of life. Good thing too because I never gave the direction of the zipper a thought when I began.

Once I did give the zipper a thought, I tried placing one in a side seam instead of a center. It is the zipper then that causes this little pouch to be the shape of a triangle. When the zip is open, the bag is flat. Sheesh. Who knew.

These little quilted pouches all in a row remind me of samosas. Bite-sized quilting. A little quilted treat.

trio

A trio of felt bookmarks.

One for the reader of Harry Potter.

One for the Zoomer Puppy lover.

One for the friend of foxes.