tirsdag 29. januar 2008
Mini Wrapfolio
lørdag 26. januar 2008
Bag and Box
Anyway, the box measures 5" x 5" x 5", just big enough for a small embroidery hoop and some stitcheries. The bag is just big enough to carry my coffee mug to the next meeting in the local quilt guild.
tirsdag 22. januar 2008
Crib Quilt For A Princess
lørdag 19. januar 2008
Tome - Front Cover
The dresses are heavily embellished, and the ladies also put on some jewellery.
The brunette says she has "a bad hair day", and I must agree, hopefully the hairdresser has a good idea on Monday.....
torsdag 17. januar 2008
Bags
The house is a give-away-bag for that special bottle of wine. Kari Renolen made the pattern called "Vinhus" (Wine-house)
onsdag 16. januar 2008
Even More Inchies
tirsdag 15. januar 2008
More Inchies
torsdag 10. januar 2008
Journal 2008
onsdag 9. januar 2008
Fabric Journal
mandag 7. januar 2008
Make My Day Award
I've been awarded with the "You make my Day" Award by Ati. Thank you so much. -Actually, you made my day !!
It is nice to know that there is someone somewhere in Blogland that is inspired by my little pieces of work.
I would like to pass this award on to some of the people that both inspire me and make my day a little brighter just by reading their blogs:
Annette, Carol, Dianne, Gudveig, Hanne, May Britt, Guzzisue, Veronique
The rules are: "Give the award to up to 10 people whose blogs bring you happiness and inspiration and make you feel so happy about Blogland! Let them know by posting a comment on their blog so that they can pass it on. Beware! You may get the award several times!"
Some of you may have received this award already, if so, please do not feel any pressure to participate again.
lørdag 5. januar 2008
Scotland "the brave"!!
onsdag 2. januar 2008
Inchies
tirsdag 1. januar 2008
After Christmas
'Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste
At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt
I said to myself, as I only can
"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"
So away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
"Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won' t have a cookie - not even a lick.
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!