Sunday, February 6, 2011
I have a new machine to play with
This one is a real play thing it is a Baby Lock Embellishing-machine, strictly a play thing no threading the needles, they do not thread, it was designed for wool; of course I have already experimented on silk and warm and natural, it seems to work, I will have to play with it to see if using it holds up on a purse. I am testing to see if it will with stand the movement and handeling, time will tell. The machine is great very simple so easy to use it is like a toy. As you who know me I just can not use plain material I have to embellish it some way and this machine is going to make it so much easier I made two purses last night the pictures do not do them justice.
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again