Last year I had chosen Soy Luster thread in a sort of periwinkle blue dark color. I never was quite sure of it and couldn't really decide what I wanted. Maybe that held me back?? Anyway, I'm loving this pink palette for this year's attempt...finish. It makes me happier and I feel confident in it. I always felt the browns just didn't speak to the love of colors and joyful spirit of Beatrix Potter....so I've always wanted to change them, anyway.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Beatrix Potter SAL
Last year I had chosen Soy Luster thread in a sort of periwinkle blue dark color. I never was quite sure of it and couldn't really decide what I wanted. Maybe that held me back?? Anyway, I'm loving this pink palette for this year's attempt...finish. It makes me happier and I feel confident in it. I always felt the browns just didn't speak to the love of colors and joyful spirit of Beatrix Potter....so I've always wanted to change them, anyway.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Bits & Book
I've been collecting Praire Schooler santas, angels, winter scenes, woodland animals, etc...for years and I haven't stitched many of them because I just haven't wanted Christmas ornaments. My goal has been to make framed series' of them, and I figured this is my chance to incorporate them in a vast piece!
I'm using the Byzantine Angels (my name for them) like this one I stitched last year, as my corner images to start. I'll be revealing the other pieces as I go along just for the mystery and the fun of it. Going to have to create a fourth Byz. Angel of my own to make the last corner piece.
Has everyone seen that Dani (please see her link on my sidebar) is running a marathon for breast cancer? Go check it out! You can sponsor her for the race for just a few dollars to cheer her on. I'm so proud of her!! It's great to see one of our stitching friends do something so wonderful and so challenging! Way to go, Dani!! So proud of you!!!
New book finish: This is a very intriguing and strange "post-modernist" novel which very openly tells the story of the JonBenet Ramsey mystery from the perspective of the son. It's a page-turner of 400-plus pages which I found so engrossing I would stay up nearly all night. (Which really isn't unusual for me as many of my stitching friends well know, but nevertheless!!!) Allison, dear, I'm sending this one to you. You have to read it!! As you all know, Joyce Carol Oates is one of my very fav. authors of all time. I've been reading her since I was 19 yrs. old, and she never fails to deliver. I would, however, wait for the paperback...the hardback is expensive unless you are collecting her first editions like I am.
Kellan's growing! He wants to thank all of you who prayed for him before, during and after he was born! Remember when he was a preemie? Now he's 16 lbs. and in the 95%ile for 3mos. olds. :)
Have a happy time stitching Halloween!!! Thank you for commenting, I need to hear from you! Hugs, Deb
PS: I am mourning Paul Newman, who was my favorite actor and humanitarian. What a dear man he was. I was fortunate to see him in person in 2007, and to see him on screen since I was a little girl. I know he will be remembered for all he did for children with cancer for so many years, as well as his generosity to untold others. Good-night, Sweet Prince.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
PIFs and Quaker Friendship RR
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
New Stitching Start & Neighborhood RR Update
Here's just a fun little needlecase I started this Monday. I was rooting through my fabrics looking for something to stitch Halloween things on, and found this kit. I don't care to stitch on aida anymore, so found a 32 ct. unidentifiable color-named linen and used that. Really enjoyed it and I expect I'll finish it in another day or so.
I'm devoted to Quaker Samplers. This one is so soft and sweet.
Too many great things to picture here. I loved the new CHS pieces, especially The Swan....have to have those. And, the Just Nans are great! And, Chessie and Me houses are to die for, too. I thought this was a good Market considering the state our country is in right now.....
Must go and eat the scrummy chocolate cake and Blue Bells Homemade Vanilla ice cream my DH has put together for me. I think I really like him!!
Hugs to all, and thanks so much for your comments...my faithful few friends.
BTW:I don't know why but not many visit me anymore and comment. Could it be my political views? Or, maybe I wax too long in my blog and don't show enough stitching??? Tell me why.....Here's your chance....I'm listening. I will send a surprise package to someone whose name I pull from a bag for all the comments on this..... Thanks so much. Deb
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Annabel Lee by Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide,
I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Edgar Allan Poe
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Cross Stitch Madness
Edgar Allan Poe was born January 19, 1809 in Boston, where his mother had been employed as an actress. Elizabeth Arnold Poe died in Richmond on December 8, 1811, (note from Deb: his father died shortly afterwards)and Edgar was taken into the family of John Allan, a member of the firm of Ellis and Allan, tobacco-merchants.
After attending schools in England and Richmond, young Poe registered at the University of Virginia on February 14, 1826, the second session of the University. He lived in Room 13, West Range. He became an active member of the Jefferson Literary Society, and passed his courses with good grades at the end of the session in December.
Moldavia, Poe's last home in Richmond located at Fifth and Main Streets. John Allan bought the house in 1825, and Edgar lived there before entering the University of Virginia in 1826.
In Boston on May 26, 1827, Poe enlisted in The United States Army as a private using the name Edgar A. Perry. After two years of service, during which he was promoted to the rank of Sergeant-major, he secured, with Mr. Allan's aid, a discharge from the Army and went to Baltimore. He lived there with his aunt, Mrs. Maria Poe Clemm, on the small amounts of money sent by Mr. Allan until he received an appointment to the U.S. Military Academy at West Point.
Soon after Poe left West Point, a third volume appeared: Poems by Edgar Allan Poe, Second Edition. While living in Baltimore with his aunt, Mrs. Clemm, young Poe began writing prose tales. Five of these appeared in the Philadelphia Saturday Courier in 1832.
With the December issue of 1835, Poe began editing the Southern Literary Messenger for Thomas W. White in Richmond; he held this position until January, 1837. During this time, Poe married his young cousin, Virginia Clemm in Richmond on May 16, 1836. (Note from Deb: Thought to be his famous "Annabel Lee" in his poem)
Poe's slashing reviews and sensational tales made him widely known as an author; however, he failed to find a publisher for a volume of burlesque tales, Tales of the Folio Club. Harpers did, however, print his book-length narrative, Arthur Gordon Pym in July of 1838.
Little is known about Poe's life after he left the Messenger; however, in 1838 he went to Philadelphia where he lived for six years. He was an editor of Burton's Gentleman's Magazine from July, 1839 to June, 1840, and of Graham's Magazine from April, 1841 to May, 1842. In April, 1844, with barely car fare for his family of three, [including his aunt, Virginia's mother, who lived with them], Poe went to New York where he found work on the New York Evening Mirror.
In 1840, Poe's "Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque" was published in two volumes in Philadelphia. In 1845, Poe became famous with the spectacular success of his poem "The Raven," and in March of that year, he joined C. F. Briggs in an effort to publish The Broadway Journal. Also in 1845,Wiley and Putnam issued Tales by Edgar A. Poe and The Raven and Other Poems.
The year 1846 was a tragic one. Poe rented the little cottage at Fordham, where he lived the last three years of his life. The Broadway Journal failed, and Virginia became very ill and died on January 30, 1847. After his wife's death, Poe perhaps yielded more often to a weakness for drink, which had beset him at intervals since early manhood. He was unable to take even a little alcohol without a change of personality, and any excess was accompanied by physical prostration. Throughout his life those illnesses had interferred with his success as an editor, and had given him a reputation for intemperateness that he scarcely deserved.
In his latter years, Poe was interested in several women. They included the poetess, Mrs. Sarah Helen Whitman, Mrs. Charles Richmond, and the widow, Mrs. Sarah Elmira Shelton, whom he had known in his boyhood as Miss Royster.
The circumstances of Poe's death remain a mystery. After a visit to Norfolk and Richmond for lectures, he was found in Baltimore in a pitiable condition and taken unconscious to a hospital where he died on Sunday, October 7, 1849. He was buried in the yard of Westminster Presbyterian Church in Baltimore, Maryland. ( Note from Deb: Some say he was on his way to Boston to prepare for his wedding...met up with old friends in Baltimore...went on a drunk and died there before he could get to Boston.)
In personal appearance, Poe was a quiet, shy-looking but handsome man; he was slightly built, and was five feet, eight inches in height. His mouth was considered beautiful. His eyes, with long dark lashes, were hazel-gray.
Friday, September 19, 2008
New Stash and Braggin'
Hadley, as you probably remember from her previous pics, lives in MA on the Cape. She's my son, Jason and wife, Adrien's only child. I could just squeeze her!!!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Book Benders and Stash!
Rosewood Manor: Quakers and Quilts Reminds me of an old Presidential Campaign board or grandstand. I may trade the alphabet for this year's candidate's names. Rosewood Manor: Family Reunion Not sure I'd ever do this whole piece, but I do like bits of it, especially the frame and tag ideas for pincushions and fobs.
Did I tell you I'm in Vonna's "Me, Myself and I, RR" group? So many of you are, too. It's going to be great fun this year! I'm thinking a "His eye is on the sparrow" type village for my piece with lots of birds... It's still in the cranium. :)
Hugs, Deb