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Again the sisters!

These can be found on ebay auctions. Search 0120851 as seller I.D.

Sisters Romance and Magic Prim Little Fairies

Sisters Romance and Magic

Let me introduce you to a pair of sisters. Romance and Magic are, of course, slightly primitive, lightly fanciful and alluringly whimsical fairies. They turn up in so many places, often when you least expect them. At times they are together. At times they roam alone.

These are original mixed media 2 ½” x 3 ½” ACEO
Watercolor paper is mounted on mat board and sealed.
I used paper, watercolor, color pencils, acrylics, ink, sealers and glues.

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“It is when we take a moment from our day and let our dreams fly, swirling around that they grow into creation.”

Ellen Jane Shelton Richardson
TxAlteredArt

What a Cute Cute Cute little Hoot Hoot Hoot! Mini little felt Owls

These little owls just seemed to there waiting for me to lend them a hand and stitch them together.

I got so carried away with making them that I totally blew off finishing laying the tile in our bathroom. Course now if you walk across the floor in there you sort of stick to the floor....but oh well!

DESTASHING - RECYCLING - SPREADING IT AROUND!

"The time has come the Walrus said........"
Yes the time has come for me to start reducing my stash. I am starting on paper items mainly old book pages but, life willing, I shall progress towards the back of the room which holds.......well, I am not sure.

I saw the look of horror on my daughters face when I opened the door to my "work room". ( You know the room I did once work in till it got too full and now I have to work in the living room and dining room.) And I know what she was pleading for...."Please let Mom hang on till this junk is gone!"

So I am trying, I am trying, but I do get so distracted. I've got some good junk---I mean stuff!
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My Fairy Dancer (altered art collage) may be leaving home!

THE FAIRY DANCER

Oh, I was not sure I would or could let her go! But she was created to light up a world other than this one of mine. So she is now out there looking for a home!

History of those quilt pieces in "Where the Wind Blows"

The other day I listed a wall hanging I made using pieces of two old quilts. I wanted to tell their story or rather the part of their story that I know.

The first is the piece upon which it is all built:
My Grandmother, like many woman of her time, made quilts. From flower sacks, tailor scraps, from anything and everything. She made a quilt for each of her grandchildren when they were born. When my oldest daughter was born she was determined to do the same for this great grandchild. She was older, so totally deaf and near blind. But she made the quilt. No one, even she, ever claimed it was a masterpiece. It was good enough, as she did say, to just keep the little one warm. As my daughter and I went here and there while the years passed, one thing we did not let go of was that quilt. And when my daughter had her daughter they often shared the warmth of that old quilt.
Now that is a sweet story, but, though true, there are many more stories than just this touching bit of history. There is the story of the picnic where my daughter threw the old quilt down on the ground (black gumbo) for the baby to play on. There is the story of the ice cream that melted when they fell asleep watching tv, snuggled up in the old quilt. There was the new puppy that just had to be kept warm! And there were a few stories that remain a mystery to me, (my daughter still refuses to tell them to me and I guess I have quit asking about them sometime in these last twenty years). Yes lots of stories and one basic fact. My daughter always had a washing machine.
I don’t throw much of anything away. When my daughter brought me this old raggedy thing, asking if I could “fix it up” and I realized what it was, I said, among a few choice other words, no. I took it to my work room and put it with another tattered piece of an old quilt.

The second piece is the small piece that is the young girls dress:
I hate shopping and am now physically very limited in the amount of walking and stuff I can do. But I live for garage sales, estate sales and thrift stores. My passion (other than grandchildren, pets and chocolate), is to reclaim, recycle and recreate. So what is better than “junk” sales?
This sale was listed as an estate sale and unlike many such listed really was an estate sale. I never got a name. I did talk to the elderly lady who seemed to be in charge and did find out a little bit of story. She told me it was her sister who had lived there. Well, step sister. She told me they were not close. She told me her step sister was a b.... well you know. I started wondering which one was the b... well you know. After looking around, gathering up a few items I went back to this charming elderly lady and asked how much. When she saw the old dilapidated quilt I had selected she said “Don’t know why you would want that thing? She never could sew worth a s..... And look how she ruined everything.” I smiled sweetly and again asked how much.
As I walked out of that home I swore to one thing and prayed for another. I swore that I would some day take a little piece of this unknown lady’s handiwork and again give it life. And I prayed that when I go and strangers are digging around in all my stuff someone is there saying just a little something nice about me.