angel baby

I have so much on my mind, it feels like a tornado swirling around in my head. But I wanted to take a minute and share with you what I had been working on this last week. Like I was saying, after organizing all my junk my mojo for creating more art has returned, but with a twist.

This little doll is what I have been working on this week, but she is quite an oddity to me. I know I made her {she isn't finished yet}, but where did she come from? It's so completely different from all my other work. It makes me giggle to think she came out of my head, as if I have parts of me that I didn't know existed.

I always tease my husband when he designs and builds a new table that looks something similar to shaker style, when his style is primitive. I always joke that a little alien must have left something on his work bench, because it looks so foreign among his other pieces.

But I don't like aliens, so this must be my little angel doll, dropped down from the heavens.

She's so sweet, holding her little flower.......

I have named her Lorelei, that's what my grand-daughter calls me because she can't say Lori quite yet. And speaking of grand-daughter, that is who I am going to see this Thanksgiving and I'm so excited!! All the way to Florida, where I grew up. I can't wait to visit my mom, my mother-in-law, old friends and old haunts. I promise to take lots of pictures and share with you when I get back. Oh, and sometime after Thanksgiving I will be opening a shop just for my art.

So this my friends will be my last post until after Thanksgiving, so let me wish you a blessed Thanksgiving and tell you how thankful I am for you!

Friday favorites

Everything that remains after clearing the cobwebs in my little studio.....my heart,
my inspirations, my daydreams. I took the afternoon to get re-organized because I noticed not much art was happening and that's usually because of too much clutter.
I've kept busy lately with soapmaking, in part because everyone keeps asking for more but
also because I seemed to have lost my mojo when it came to my art. It happens. It always comes back. And after the big cleanup I can feel it coming on strong.
I long to curl up in the little space of mine, with needle in hand stitching together handwritten letters, layer after layer adding ribbon, lace, hopeful words and little pieces from the past.
I long to hang inspiring and hopeful words around my neck, so maybe necklaces or booklaces are on the agenda next.
For now here are the links to my Friday favorites: {hope it brings you inspiration}
1. art bits, 2. Write Your Own Story Hand Bound Journal, 3. I'd rather have roses than diamonds anytime, 4. Rose Tinted Window, 5. Lemon Cream Cheese Cupcakes, 6. BOO!, 7. follow your heart 8. faded rose, 9. clothespins no texture, 10. Untitled, 11. Textile Art, 12. All The Children, 13. Rock * Star, 14. home, 15. "pasty" special delivery, 16. All That Remains, 17. Jaz, 18. Untitled, 19. a walk in my dreams, 20. light

I'm feeling a bit wrestless with each coming day, it must be the colder weather. I thnk I'm trying to fight it. You can tell I feel this way by the number of times I've changed the picture of the blog banner, too much time inside. I long to hold on to carefree moments in the sun, listening to the birds and taking long walks.....without the heaviness of a jacket drapped around me. Up above my little farm, on the top of the hill sits an old cemetary, which I have to walk past to get to the barn. I don't mind it so much, I don't find it creepy, I find it beautiful {not sure what that says about me}. This little lamb called out to be remembered, so I couldn't help but take the photo and share it.

Wating for me back in my little sunlit studio, was a surprise. All I could hear was fluttering at first. A baby wren was trapped between my mountainous piles of fabric and the window...... so wish I could have shared a picture with you. He was slow enough that I was able to pick him up and set him free, being very careful not to crush his tiny body as he squirmed around in my hands. Everything seems so fragile lately. I'm afraid I'm feeling a bit mushy.