~ BOUNTIFUL ~

Wishing all my dear American stitchy buds a most bountiful Thanksgiving brimming with Peace and Love.  Don't forget where you left your s~t~r~e~t~c~h~y pants, off to look for mine :)

Stitcherhood freebie from last year ~ thx Maria!

~ BACK IN BLACK ~

Hi there!  Warm thanks to those of you who've kept my blog on your reader list despite my long absence from posting.  I've enjoyed simply sitting in the back and following along the last couple months.  Haven't posted any finishes in forever, but happily now have this to share.  I adored stitching on this silk and thankful I have more of it, and in other colors too, it's not your conventional stitching linen, but a very fine base nonetheless.  DH found this great old leather baby boot rooting around in the barn one day and I found the 2 sweet thread spools on the right and the wee silk bobbins at a thrift store for a song...

 La D Da ~ ABCD

Silk fabric ~ approx 26 ct~ Desert Sand

Floss ~ DMC black, three over two

Start ~ 06/14/10

Finish ~ 10/23/10

~ Edgar ~ if per chance you catch this post, here's that Andover Fabrics silk, slubby and prim, easy to stitch on and wonderful in Q-snaps, requires lots of floss for adequate coverage.

On a recent trip to  Denny's, DH found this bolt in the bottom of his drink glass, it's from the inside wall of the ice machine.  It had come loose, fell into the bin and got scooped up with ice, and of course ended up on our table.  I tell ya, if something weird is gonna happen at a restaurant, it ALWAYS happens to DH.

And yes, this stitcher enjoys a little AC-DC now and again, but not while stitching of course:)  Well all, thanks for popping in, wishing each of you a day full of sweet stitches and granted wishes:)

Tootles, Sue

~ THE HERO THAT LIVED ON MAPLE AVE ~

In observance of Veterans Day,  please allow me to share a poem I wrote for a friend when she lost her father a couple of years ago.  He was a a fine man and a WWII vet.

SWEET MEMORIES OF MR. BRADY

 

The long, majestic, vibrant row of peonies in his side yard

which nearly sang every year to welcome spring unto Maple Ave…

The abandoned kitten found in a tree near his sidewalk,

which a neighbor rescued and promptly named “Mr. Brady”…

The whispers that he carved a simple decoy long ago

and placed it on the roof of his shed, and wondering was it so,

and if it was, how long he might have left it there…

The corner diner where he met the boys for coffee every morning,

a picture worth a thousand words, with very few said…

The man who raised a little girl

who would become my very dear life-long friend…

The all knowing phrase he quipped when pondering things, “that’s life”…

The many years of his familiar and reassuring gentlemans’ hat

seen from afar and knowing, yes, it would be him,

and that all things were as they should be…

Farewell friend, you set a fine example of how to live a beautiful life,

we’ll miss you…

Maple Ave. won’t be the same without you and your gentlemans’ hat…