Showing posts with label crafts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crafts. Show all posts

Monday, October 31, 2011

A Special Rug

I have been documenting some of my arts and craft phases lately.  I didn't include knitting, crocheting, watercolors, or oils.  And another I didn't include is rugmaking.  I have made quite a few rugs by crocheting long strips of torn fabric.  This one below is the most recent and kind of special.



March 2008, my youngest son was T-boned by a truck going 65 mph.  We stood by the side of the road praying, crying, and trying to breathe as firefighters went through 2 jaws of life to cut him out of the vehicle.  He was medi-vacced away by helicopter, and the next few months were a blur of pain, surgeries, recovery, and therapy. 

Below is the remains of his Grand Am, now called the Grand Was!  The rug above is his recovery rug.  I gave myself carpal tunnel pain, working working working hour after hour, day after day, as I took my turn at hospital vigils.  Thankfully, he has recovered with only minimal residual damage, except for the 7 screws and the 15 inch abdominal scar.  We are thankful to God for His intervention!

Sunday, October 30, 2011

OK, I’m a Bad Housekeeper

It’s not that I don’t know how to keep a perfect house.  And it’s not that I don’t like it clean, orderly, and dust free; however, other pursuits take priority. 
I have a watercolor print in my office with a little mouse writing at a desk:  The last line says, “I will create while other mice play.”  Insert work for play, and that’s me in a nutshell.  Mom would be calling me to do the dishes, and where was this suddenly deaf Lilly?  Perched in the top of the apple tree writing stories and poems. 

You’ve heard of Van Gogh and his blue period; I have had various artistic periods, as well, some of the evidence of which lies below.

My cross-stitch and needlepoint:



My doll period:







My press-flower phase:






My folk-art phase:



My ceramic period:













My quilt period:








All of these phases continue to ebb and flow in my life, skirting in and out of the clutter and chaos of my not so orderly home, but music, writing, and books are forever!  He who dies with the most . . . songs, crafts, art, rough drafts, and books wins!