"I wanna be seeeeen" they seem to cry sometimes. Well, there you go, on the wall with you.
That way, the receiver of your carefully and lovingly handmade card can display it as a little piece of art. Because that's what we make. Art.
Keep telling yourself so. Because I know you're inclined to think what you do is not that amazing.
And I might be right. But I might be wrong, right? Wrong. (Are you still following me? I don't.)
I'm learning how to crochet.
This flower was intented to have five petals. Carefully following the instructions (read: tongue out of mouth, nose in my work) I got four, six or seven petals, but not five.
And learning to stitch with a sewing machine.
Ya, I know.
That should have been on the edges.
The joy of summer to me is...
Beautiful flowers, blue skies, strolls in the garden (well, my garden isn't that big, but it's a lovely idea, apart from the wasps giving me the creeps) and catching daydreams in a pergola...
And the spontaneous happy laughter and screams
of children playing outside.
Yeahhhhh!! She's definitely having some fun over there!
Now tell me, what's summer joy to you?
Ah, there are two other things (notes) that I'd like to get rid of.
Do you remember that I told you about a purple fabric book with embroidery I had started with and abandonned?
Probably not, but never mind. I'm happy to tell you now that I went on working on it and I'm hoping to be able to show the finished book in about two weeks from now. (My son's home for the summer vacation, meaning: less time for crafting and blogging for me. But of course I don't mind. Honestly.)
It's not going to be Art (See? That's what I meant!), but I love working on it and seeing the progress. And that's what makes me happy, because I have several needlework projects here desperately waiting to be finished. Poor things.
Yup, that's pretty much it.