17 and Stitch

High above the white waves that crashed upon the shores a shimmering speck came closer and closer.   It was a curious sight to the people on the wall of the castle.  They wondered and watched.  What was up there and why was it getting closer?

And then a flip of a wing, a snort of fire.  It was a friend who hadn’t  been seen in these waters in a very long time.  In fact he had flown away to go play in the clouds!

Little Stitch Joan Elliott

Little Stitch was a bit blue he was chilly and cold all from his adventures among the stars.   He dove into the pink white sands that blanketed the castle.   He rolled and played. Little puffs of sand and smoke filled the air.

July 17 year of starts A Little Beach Lizzie Kate

And as he played; he discovered something…It was a secret and as a dragon he was great with secrets.  It was a new start; a second one for July 17.  But as dragons are he wanted to keep it all for himself. So he tucked it under his wing.

Little Stitch snorted and winked he loved secrets….

Maynia and beyond

As the little ship plunged through the darkness still shaking from the chill of the ghost, a thump and a growl was heard.   Clicking paws the wolf leaped into the center of the chill.  His jaws snapped shut and the ghost misted free to fly over the mast, away into the depths of the sea.

Dimensions Native Wolf #7934, May 11

Satisfied the wolf curled up in a fluffy ball on the deck and slipped into a guarded sleep, as the little ship sailed on.

Soon there came a cry “land ho!” and from the top of the mast came a leaping dragon. Wee and small he was but full of energy. The perfect one to set out and look afar over the waves for a safe port.

Dragon Dreams 10 Dragon leaping 2012 May 12

Sand colored walls with a turret grew large and grand as the little ship sailed closer.  They were safe at last. A port that was guarded by a castle.

Janlynn Water Dragon May 13

And to everyone’s surprise the little ship grew up; she proudly flew her sails to flutter in the warm salty air of the sea.   Her journey for now was over; but she was happy and looked forward to a little rest.

MH18-18 Sail Away Started May 1 finished May 13

A whistle was heard along with the cry of “All Aboard” as a shiny engine pulled into view.  Another adventure was about to start.

MH #1124 Choo Choo May 14

And now the tale of the little ship has to close but she wishes you all good cheer and most of all good luck to all that you will achieve your dreams and goals.

Design Works  #832 Joan Elliot Good Luck May 15

Maynia continues….

The ship soared over the waves through the plumes of water playing.  She was sea bound but in another life time she was kin to the earth and soil.  She played with the butterflies darting in and round the fields of flowers.

Dimensions Free Flight May 6

Abruptly the ship awoke,  her galley was in a state of unrest.  A spot of cleaning was due. A whisk and a flip of the mop and broom soon shined the the brass adorning her mast.

Design Works Housework -Joan Elliott May 7

Everyone has a mother and the little ship has one too.  She was created in a dream and she was an idea in the mind of her Mother.  She became a ship that soared and danced on top of the waves of the sea.

Design Works Crafts #371 Cross Stitch Greetings May 8

The wind started blowing again, and with it came the stomping of 8 sets of hooves and a sleigh.  Santa landed on the desk of the ship bringing greens, reds and  a bit of holly which was wrapped around the rails and the mast of the little ship.

Dimensions Gold Christmas Windswept Santa May 9

And Christmas was halted by a transparent image sneaking its frigid path through the planks and walls of the little ship.  It howled and froze all who stepped in its way.  Terrified the little ship plowed its way though the dark waves.

Mill Hill AH15 Ghost May 10

What will happen next??? Will the little ship make it ?????

Camp

Hello

I joined again

In hopes that the muse will come back.

I miss you.   Jake, Dillon, Kerra, and a few others.

The line,  Mery and  more.  The  bike

that sits in the

forest.

In

dreams there

are places to visit sights

to be seen. Adventures to be found.

I watch, I write I follow these friends, a box to

be opened.  Do I dare? Do I creep behind?

I do! For a rainbow leads the way;

To a goal a treasure

somewhere

new.

A start of 17

A new year a new plan and where is that going to take me?

I have revived one of my passions in the place of another .  Last year I gobbled books.  I couldn’t stop reading and my good reads challenge list grew enormous; and I burnt myself out on reading for the moment.  I have not read or finished a book in a couple of months. My kindle sits idle and when I do turn it on  the your battery is low please charge  message appears in the middle of the screen.

My new passion: well, it is not new but rather like the reading something that has resurfaced. It appeared last year and the little line soared. HONEST he is almost done! I just have to finish his story! But any way something new appeared.

Ugg I should have edited the pic.

Meet Frederick the Literate.  He is a Dimensions kit that has been hanging around in my stash for a few years.  I have changed the fabric from black 14 count aida to an antique white 28 count MCG Textiles. BUT as I started to stitch I began to think this is smaller than 28 count.  I pulled out another wip that I have on 28 count MCG textiles and the stitches were SMALLER!   So I think that means I have another new out of the box adventure for me.  SMALLER COUNT!

Do you want to see the beginning? Do you want to see more?  I do have a finish idea for the little line but that means I have to get it out of the ufo rut that it has been placed into. I promise I will.

 

Dreams and Clouds

Once upon a time there was a little line that grew and soared among the clouds.  He grew and stretched his wings.  He danced with the stars, chased the raindrops over the hills and disappeared along the milky way.

He hid on the moon and etched out a bed, stars and clouds covered his slumbering form.  A finger of sunlight tickled his nose,  kissed his cheeks and

He woke up to soar among the clouds and stars again!

And he grew

 And he grew .  His flights were stronger, and in a blink there were more little sparkles to chase.  He dashed through the clouds racing and twirling.  A trail of dust and twinkles trailed behind.  He soared and twisted among the stars.