Sunday, November 29, 2015
We were awoken about 3.30 a.m. today with a storm and more lightening. I chose to finish quilting this small basket quilt on my 1910 Singer with Lotus decoration today. The colour somehow matches the moody air we have at this moment outside the house. The storms have already risen to the West of us and we are promised by the storm chaser online that today will be a cracker and we are right in the firing line.
An unusual visitor to the garden greeted us this morning. a White Headed Pigeon, normally a rain forest dweller he had perhaps been carried here by the storms. After breakfasting on our bird seed that we put out for the doves and lorikeets, he headed off again on his journey. The possum hide withstood the storm, riding high up in our huge gum. No Kookaburras came for breakfast, an ominous sign of bad weather to come.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
As a child in the country I was an absolute tomboy. I always wanted a toy gun for Christmas till I was about nine years of age and dolls entered my life.
I cut several sepia scrapbook pages and sewed them down the middle adding a small lace runner from my collection of what nots. It was late and as I flipped through my photo collection I found this one, the perfect beginning to my journey into self made books. She was all I ever dreamt I wanted to be when I was a child. So confident, out there, "look at me". She was absolutely me as I saw myself back then.
The dolls really arrived in my life only in recent years. I started 'adopting' them from thrift shops in an act of kindness. The tugged at my heart laying on dusty shelves, forgotten by once loving owners, little girls who had simply outgrown them.
There is a cowgirl/boy and doll lover alive in all of us, it never leaves, merely lays dormant till we start playing our inner child again.