Epiphany

Epiphany. Today we celebrate the 12th day of Christmas, the wise men (people) recognizing the light of Christ. I recall a story told at our church, Christ Church Episcopal in Charlotte, NC, that reveals the significance for today. The children's Christmas pageant had...

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That beautiful pumpkin

That beautiful pumpkin!  This pumpkin that sat on our kitchen island for the fall season had many admirers including me.  I am going to break it and save the seeds and plant it in February for more of them!  A thought... if you have one that you...

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Stick Horses

    Remember the quintessential toy of our youth: the stick horse?   I have been sewing them in varieties of cotton fabric and using fabric ribbons for their bridles.  The mane and forelock is cotton yarn.   I so thoroughly enjoyed making...

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Our winter garden

Living in South Carolina, we have an opportunity to plant a winter garden.  Although we have had tons of rain, the crops we planted are not damaged, probably due to the raised beds they are planted in.  Here are photos of what we planted: broccoli, swiss...

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Baby Blanket sets

I am also making baby blanket sets for the holiday bazaar this December.  They are 30" x30" baby blankets in knit/fleece or cotton/fleece.  They come with a little extra: a knit hat or a stuffed animal.  

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Cutlery pouches

I have been busy getting ready for the Holiday Bazaar at Christ Church Charlotte.  One of the items I will be selling are these Cutlery Pouches.  A fun way to set the table.  Some are holiday themed, some for year...

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Autumn

Just saying the word Autumn brings me calm.  It seems that this season arrives later in the Carolinas, but it is so welcome when it does.  Leaf season in the mountains is upon us and the urge to decorate with seasonal fall items is exciting.  I worked...

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a poem for the first day of school

September, The First Day Of School by Howard Nemerov I My child and I hold hands on the way to school, And when I leave him at the first-grade door He cries a little but is brave; he does Let go. My selfish tears remind me how I cried before that door a life ago. I...

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