So, my holiday cards have been mailed (except for Marta - I need your address!!!). Now I'm focusing on holiday gifts because I really need to mail Sharon's gift soon, and I only have half of it done. I'll be working on that on Wednesday, and hopefully will finish it up quickly. I'm quite happy with it so far.
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Holiday cards have been mailed - going all over the nation and the world. I just love sending cards to my friends. I also got my first card in the mail yesterday. Thanks to Tinnean for starting my season out so beautifully. |
An e-friend on Dreamwidth posted with a request to allow her to choose three random items in your personal tags and tell her about them. So I decided to take the plunge. The three things she chose were (1) beadwork, (2) hard rock and (3) sewing. That's pretty easy, so after a quick explanation, let's see if I can pull a quick tale out for them as well.
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This project of mine is named "Hobby Horse Dreams". I constructed a hobby horse, padded it and covered it with fabric, then beaded the fabric, added wings and composed a poem about a forgotten hobby horse in a dusty attic who dreams of flying into the stars. It won People's Choice for the exhibit, but didn't win a "prize". Still, I'm proud of the piece and love it. |
I own and operate a bead store. I have beaded on and off throughout my life, but seriously got involved in beadwork when my hands were unable to handle fiber arts any more. So, that's mid-1980's to early 1990's. I re-learned beadwork, took lots of classes and workshops, taught around the country, entered competitions, published projects and patterns, and generally made a pretty good name for myself in that art. COVID has changed a lot, including my finding a doctor who gave me back my hands, so my craft has switched back from beadwork to fiber once again, and I'm very happy.
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There are all too many times when I feel stuck between a rock and a hard place. It would be nice to have my life under my own control again, but it's still going to be a while before that happens. |
But, being between beading and fiber sometimes puts me between the devil and the deep blue sea - in other words, between a rock and a hard place. Thus ... hard rock. I deal with hard rocks in my jewelry making, but that's not what I meant by my term "hard rock".
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I love my sewing machine. It's the same model as this (although mine is in better condition). I've always had a sewing machine of my own since my mother bought me a Bernina in 1978. My niece has my Bernina now, and I have a New Home (now called Janome). Great machine! |
As for sewing, that's a lifetime thing. I'm not a talented seamstress like my mother was, but I know my way around a sewing machine and patterns. For many years I made a lot of my clothes - it was a matter of lack of funds and desire for new things. I recently got my sewing machine repaired, so I'm back in business once again. Yippee!
Now for a quick tale. Late last month I did a quick drabble of a woman seeking the body of her beloved at the broken gates of Minas Tirith. I'm going to continue that tale and tie it into the three items chosen by my on-line friend ...
The wails of others surrounded her, but she heard them not as she fell to her knees beside him. Her trembling hand reached toward the bloodied fabric under the mangled breastplate. Hesitant, it hovered, before coming down to rest on the beadwork. He had laughed while she embellished the sewn fabric with beads. "I'll flash all the way to Mordor," he proclaimed. But he took the token, pushing it next to his heart. Now his body lay broken on the hard rock, the bloodied token all she had left of him. She collapsed, keening, as tears flowed down her face.
That's it for today. Be well, stay safe, and please wear your mask. Always be kind, and I'll be back on Monday. Thanks for the challenge, Bladespark!
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