Fabric Paper Thread

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Blog Tags:sewing, crafting, handmade, beauty, creativity, faith
Country:Canada

Creativity in living. Looking at my world from different perspectives. Sewing, gardening, cooking, crafting.



Latest Blog Posts



Our snow is but a memory, quickly melted and washed across the land into the sea by the unrelenting waves of rain that blow in from the Pacific. It's gloomy out there, but on Wednesday, when the rain let up and a bit of weak sunshine braved through a...

"A snow day, literally and figuratively, falls from the sky,unbidden,and seems like a thing of wonder." (Susan Orlean)I woke up Wednesday morning to deep silence. When I looked out the window, all was white. Snow softened the lines of plant...

A Week of Winter

on Jan 14, 2020

"Moss grows where nothing else can grow. It grows on bricks. It grows on tree bark and roofing slate. It grows in the Arctic Circle and in the balmiest tropics; it also grows on the fur of sloths, on the backs of snails, on decaying human bones. It i...

Yesterday, Thursday, dawned clear and cold, cold being a relative term. There was a little frost. However, the sky was clear and blue, a sight not seen in awhile here. I ventured out to my garden to see what might be happening. 1. In the midst o...

Rainy Day Monday

on Jan 6, 2020 in: family

Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful,for beauty is God's handwriting.Ralph Waldo EmersonOutside my window this morning the rain drips down. I see delicate translucent beads hanging from each branch of the bare maple tree. The street...

First of all, can I just say how much I love typing or texting 2020? It's snappy and quick and makes me smile almost every time I do it. It's almost 8 p.m. and I can hear wind and rain against the house in the dark outside. This afternoon, while...

Ending and Beginning

on Dec 31, 2019

"For last year's words belong to last year's language,And next year's words await another voice,...And to make an end is to make a beginning"T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"The house is quiet and I hear the drumming of rain outside. My mug of tea is almo...