17 start

I am having fun.  It is not a lot and for the most part I have stitched on the previous previous 17 starts : Frederick and Celtic Blessing .   Here is April 17.  Insert drum roll.  (Sorry I had to do it!!)

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Lizzie Kate Tea Crazy

There are 3 cute designs;  and they are calling to be stitched.   I could sneak them in for another addition to the 17s.   Hmmm I will think about it.   Next month I have a plan.  It is my birthday on the 17th ….  No peeking and I will never tell.

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Mom (note this is very rough but enjoy)

She was careworn and sad.  Her dark hair flowed around her face, hiding secrets that were not revealed to the unknowing eye.  Jake saw them but somehow he always knew that they were there,  but he kept those secrets to himself.   He himself didn’t know why he never mentioned them to his brothers or father.  He also never told his mother either that he knew what she was hiding under her hair.

Maybe it was because he himself knew that there was something different about him as well; and to reveal his mother would also reveal that he wasn’t the same. But at the same time, there was that comment that he made last night at the dinner table that halted everything for the rest of the night.   And it was strange;  his brothers were both looking at him in a different light; that  maybe there was something that he himself was hiding from them.

He sighed and shoved the pitch fork harder into the dirty bedding of the cow barn.  The silence last night had continued into the morning with no answer to the question that he had asked.  Instead he felt that it had opened up a gaping hole between him, his mother and the rest of the family.  And the one that the silence hurt him the most was the sad look from her.

“Jake”.  he whirled around flinging the soiled straw through out the stall; and there she was his mother standing behind him.   Today she was wearing a light green blouse with a skirt that flowed around her form.   Jake saw what drew the others towards his mother; she was slight and almost as if she didn’t quite belong in this world.   Everyone always wanted to protect her and it got so bad at times that his mother didn’t go into town often anymore.   She stayed on the farm and the others took the lists of what she needed and got them  for her.

And now the flowing slight framed picture that was his mother was speckled with bits of straw and manure.   “Mom!” he dropped the pitch fork and ran the two steps to try and brush off the straw and sticky manure.

She brushed away his hands,  “Jake it is ok,  I startled you.”

And somehow he blinked and she was clean again, almost as if the manure and straw had never flown across the stall. But yet as he turned his head the pitch fork was still vibrating in the straw from where he had dropped it.

“Mom uh.”  He started to say,  he wasn’t much taller than she was but yet he felt like a giant beside her.  Maybe it was because of the constant chores that were required to run the farm or else it was something different, and somehow that felt like it was the better reason.  But…There were too many buts already.

“No Jake,  you need to know and last night that was a valid question, and I have been expecting it but not way.”  She put her hand on his arm,  “Come I will show you.”

 

17 before the next installment

Today there will be two:  Frederick and Celtic prayer.  Frederick is my pride and joy.  He is a lot of fun to stitch and he has only presented a few of the frogs.   I think he had them for breakfast and that is why he is snoozing with the books.

 

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Frederick the Literate Dimensions kit 

He is starting to peek out.  Hopefully Frederick will continue to keep the frogs away! And here is progress on Celtic Blessings

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Celtic Blessings Joan Elliott

This one is another kit.  I have a bunch of kits in my stash that are calling out to be stitched.   This is a fun stitch as well.

And finally ‘insert drum roll‘   Frederick’s latest progress report 

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Note the needle minder.  A magnet!  

I can’t wait to start up on Frederick again.  He is fun. I think a bit of back stitch is called for.  He will begin to pop!

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.

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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.

17 the next month

 

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March 17 start Celtic Blessings designer Joan Elliott 

It is the day 17 start only a week and a couple of days late.   Honest I did start on March 17.

Here is another picture.

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I had another project planned but somehow the purple robes of a wizard did not fit into the green idea of St Patrick’s Day and I changed my plans.  There is more progress but the darn phone crashed so the picture will have to wait!

Who are you? “snippet”

Jake whispered as he looked down at his plate.  “Mom where did you come from?”

The silence was complete, everything came to a sudden halt as the little family stared at Jake.  His brother paused in mid chew, the muscles of his cheek bulging with mashed potatoes, and his other brother just simply stared, too startled to say anything.

His mother looked at him, though he didn’t see her looking as he was staring at the little pile of green beans that finally gave him the courage to ask the question.  But he could feel the stare, it was almost grinding into his head,  and maybe he should let it in so that she could see what he was thinking, the fear that he would never find a place in this world,  who was his father, after all it wasn’t the man that shared a room with his mother.

His two brothers,  Both of them had been toddlers when his “father” took in a woman who stumbled half dead into the milk house with him large inside.  They had their father’s dark brown hair with differences.  Peter the older one had curls that were tamed only by the base ball hat he wore all the time.  And John’s hair was straight like his father.

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.

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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.