Thursday, January 31, 2008

Busy Fingers

Well, it's more snow outside, so I decided to pull out the needles and work on a couple of unfinished stitching pieces and completed another ornament.
It's a design called Christmas Joy Bellpull by The Sweetheart Tree from the magazine Just Cross Stitch 2006 Ornament Issue. There are actually sparkling threads in the fabric, but they are not showing up in the scan. Too bad, because you don't get the full effect, but it should really catch the light when hanging on a tree.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Definitely Winter

Well, winter has settled in for a long stay it seems. Several days in a row of snow and now it's been below zero for several nights. It warms up just enough every day to soften things, then freezes at night, so driving is bad and walking is worse! I live on a bluff so there is no front access to my house - you have to come in via a back alley that is STEEP. I love the view and the quiet but in winter I find getting access rather daunting at times like this. Thanks goodness we don't usually have a lot of this weather, but this winter has been bad.However, I really shouldn't moan. The coldest we've been is -12 C and in some parts of the prairies they're getting -52 C because of the wind chill.

It's been good weather for reading (I'm revisiting 1930's London with Lord Peter Wimsey at the moment) and for stitching. Just have to finish attaching some beads and I should have another ornament front finished soon.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Quiet Days

It's been cold here the last couple of days - blue skies but minus temperatures. It's great to look at from inside - the harbour is a gorgeous shade of blue.

Didn't find the poem I was looking for, but came across one that caught my attention while I was looking. Poet is Edwin Arlington Robinson, 1869 - 1935

Luke Havergal
Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,
And in the twilight wait for what will come.
The leaves will whisper there of her, and some,
Like flying words, will strike you as they fall;
But go, and if you listen she will call.
Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal--
Luke Havergal
No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies
To rift the fiery night that's in your eyes;
But there, where western glooms are gathering,
The dark will end the dark, if anything:
God slays Himself with every leaf that flies,
And hell is more than half of paradise.
No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies--
In eastern skies.
Out of a grave I come to tell you this,
Out of a grave I come to quench the kiss
That flames unpon your forehad with a glow
That blinds you to the way that you must go.
Yes, there is yet one way to where she is,
Bitter, but one that faith may never miss.
Out of a grave I come to tell you this--
To tell you this.
There is the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There are the crimson leaves upon the wall.
Go, for the winds are tearing them away,--
Nor think to riddle the dead words they say,
Nor any more to feel them as they fall;
But go, and if you trust her she will call.
There is the western gate, Luke Havergal--
Luke Havergal.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Where Has The Time Gone?

Goodness, it's been almost 3 months since I last posted and I have no idea where the time has gone. Mind you, December was pretty much taken up by preparing for, enjoying and recovering from Christmas and the start of 2008 has been used up trying to recover from a cold. Don't know if it's because I'm getting older or because cold bugs are getting stronger, but they sure seem to last a whole lot longer than they used to.

Was busy stitching until the cold struck and got a few more ornaments stitched and ready to be finished off so they can be hung. Most of them can be seen at

This picture I turned into a pillow for a good friend - finished sewing the pillow the night of the 23rd and mailed it on the 24th!! Not what I had planned at all, but she got it by the end of Christmas week, so it didn't turn out so bad. If I decide to stitch gifts again this year, I MUST start earlier! Famous last words . . . . .

I'm off on a poem hunt again - a conversation with a friend about people caring about/for other people got this one started. I'll post it if I ever find it!