- Melody
- Wife, mother, quilter, historian and yes Virginia....SOAP-MAKER extrordinaire!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
The Intertidal Years
“One adventure is over; it is time for another. I have a different kind of work to do now. I am growing into a new season. At the water’s edge, watching the tiny, teeming life of that mysterious place between high and low tides, the intertidal zone, I begin to accept the relentless flux that is the condition of these days. I am not old and not young; not betrothed and not alone; not broken and yet not quite whole; thinking back, looking forward, But present. These are my intertidal years."
~ Dominique Browning~
Monday, March 29, 2010
Selling my loom....
I am selling my loom..... any inquiries please leave a comment.
The loom has a separate floor stand that will be included with the purchase price. It is a 4-harness loom and in excellent condition. No markings or labels on the loom--as you can see it still has the makings of a sweet little dishtowel on it!
This is a very nice loom!!
Saturday, March 20, 2010
1st day of Spring?
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Art on the Lake in Curtis, MI
We have been invited to once again, participate in Art on the Lake at Curtis, Michigan this coming Memorial Day weekend. This will be our 2nd time there! We had a great show last year--the weather cooperated nicely and we spent a fun filled and profitable day in the sun enjoying other artists, great food, a really good band and for the grand finale a renaissance parade complete with my favorite----Bagpipes!
Monday, March 15, 2010
Drawing for three bars of my handcrafted soap!
I am posting a "giveaway" drawing for the following prizes....Three bars of my handcrafted soap in the following scents; Clementine, Chocolate and Red Clover Tea. I will also include one hand-knitted cotton washcloth-very soft!
Please leave a comment on my blog to enter the drawing. The winner will be drawn at random from the pool of comments posted.
Deadline to participate in the drawing will be Saturday, March 20th. I will announce the winner Sunday, March 21nd!
Good luck!
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And the winner is Karin... Congratulations!
Thank you ladies for entering the give away. Wasn't that fun?
Sunday, March 14, 2010
On Golden Pond
There is something about Dave Grusin's artistry that captivates me...He is an incredible pianist.
A quote from on On Golden Pond---
Ethel: Don't you think that everyone looks back on their childhood with a certain amount of bitterness and regret about something? Your a big girl now. Aren't you tired of it all? Bore. Bore. It doesn't have to ruin your life, darling. Life marches by, Chels. I suggest you get on with it.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Our side of the table...
Our side of the table...Summer shows are booked for the season and our first one will be earlier than usual on Saturday March 27th. The art show will be held indoors at Lineville Intermediate School in Green Bay, WI with a ton of vendors.
Come join us there for a full day of artists and crafters GALORE!
Friday, March 12, 2010
Top Ten Perfumes
1. Lovely-by Sarah Jessica Parker
2. Touch of Pink-Lacoste
3. Pink Sugar-Aquoline
4. Curve Kicks for Women-Liz Claiborne
5. Flowerbomb Extreme-Victore Rolf
6. Acqua De Gio-Georgio Armani
7. DKNY Be-Donna Karan
8. Juicy Couture-Juicy Courtore
9. Light Blue-Dolce Cabana
10. Cool Water-Davidoff----------------------The absolute best!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Excerpt from Ahab's Wife--Sena Jeter Naslund
Nantucket! The home where first I found my body, my feet not so much being pulled into this sandy beach as seeking downward, toes better than roots; then, my mind, built not to chart this blue swell of heaving ocean, but the night sky, where the stars themselves, I do believe, heave and float and spin in fiery passions of their own; Nantucket!--home, finally, of my soul, found on a platform eight-by-eight, the wooden widow's walk perched like a pulpit atop my house. These three gears of myself--body, mind, and soul--mesh here on this small island--Nantucket! Then, why, when I look into the mild, day sky, do the clouds scramble, like letters in the alphabet, and spell not Nantucket, but that first home, Kentucky? And those clouds that did bulge with the image of Ahab show me the map of that state, flat across the bottom and all billowed at the top? I did not consult Ahab about my decision to spend my pregnancy in a rough Kentucky cabin with my mother, instead of staying in the gracious home of a captain's wife on Nantucket. But I wrote him, of course, and sent the letter after him on the ship called the Dove, so he could imagine me aright. That time spent with my mother outdoors in the sweet summer and golden Kentucky autumn was augmented by our indoor companionship of sewing baby smocks and cooking and reading again those great works of literature my mother had brought with her to the wilderness, green-bound books I had read as a child or she had read to me.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
e.e. cummings
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet( i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life: which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
Molly Ban----Alison Krauss and The Chieftans
What a haunting song and the Uilleann pipes....
Oh the pipes!
Come all ye young fellows
That handle a gun
Beware of night rambling
By the setting of the sun
And beware of an accident
That happened of late
To young Molly Bán
And sad was her fate
She was going to her uncles
When a shower came on
She went under a green bush
The shower to shun
Her white apron wrapped around her
He took her for a swan
But a hush and a sigh
T'was his own Molly Bán
He quickly ran to her
And found she was dead
And there on her bosom
Many salt tears he shed
He ran home to his father
With his gun in his hand
Saying "Father dear father
I have shot Molly Bán"
Her white apron wrapped around her
He took her for a swan
But a hush and a sigh
T'was his own Molly Bán
He roamed near the place
Where his true love she was slain
He wept bitter tears
But his cries were in vain
As he looked on the lake
A swan glided by
And the sun slowly sank
In the gray ol' sky
Beware of night rambling
By the setting of the sun
And beware of an accident
That happened of late
To young Molly Bán
And sad was her fate
She was going to her uncles
When a shower came on
She went under a green bush
The shower to shun
Her white apron wrapped around her
He took her for a swan
But a hush and a sigh
T'was his own Molly Bán
He quickly ran to her
And found she was dead
And there on her bosom
Many salt tears he shed
He ran home to his father
With his gun in his hand
Saying "Father dear father
I have shot Molly Bán"
Her white apron wrapped around her
He took her for a swan
But a hush and a sigh
T'was his own Molly Bán
He roamed near the place
Where his true love she was slain
He wept bitter tears
But his cries were in vain
As he looked on the lake
A swan glided by
And the sun slowly sank
In the gray ol' sky
Monday, March 8, 2010
Stephen Foster's Song----Slumber My Darling
Slumber my darling
Thy mother is near
Guarding thy dreams
From all terror and fear
Sunlight has past
And the twilight has gone
Slumber my darling
The night's coming on
Sweet visions attend thy sleep
Fondest dearest to me
While others their revels keep
I will watch over thee
Slumber my darling
The birds are at rest
Wandering dews
By the flowers are caressed
Slumber my darling
Til morn's blushing ray
Brings to the world
The glad tidings of day
Fill the dark void
With thy dreaming delight
Slumber thy mother
Will guard thee tonight
Thy pillow shall sacred be
From all outward alarms
Thou... thou art the world to me
In thy innocent charms
Slumber my darling
The birds are at rest
Wandering dews
By the flowers are caressed
Slumber my darling
I'll wrap thee up warm
Pray that the angels
Will shield thee from harm.
Emily Post
Emily Post by Covarrubias (Vanity Fair, December 1933)"In accepting an invitation for lunch or dinner after which you are going
to a game, or any sort of performance, you must not be late! Nothing is more unfair to others who are keen about whatever it is you are going to see, than to make them miss the beginning of a performance through your thoughtless selfishness."
Excerpt from:The Project Gutenberg of Etiquette-by Emily Post
Sunday, March 7, 2010
By the Bay Handcrafted Soap---1st Show of the Season!
The Seventh Annual “Spring into Suamico Gift & Craft Show”
Fantastic New Location!
You are invited to showcase your business or home-based business or crafts …..or join us for a day of shopping. Pure indulgence is what it is!
Combine shopping, a bit of pampering, complimentary gift bags and gifts, food and drinks and prizes!
50 amazing businesses and the best of what Green Bay has to offer……….
See you there!
Friday, March 5, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wisteria Seed Exchange
Here is a "snap" of my Mother plant....Isn't that a lovely shade of Purple?
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