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!

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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.

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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….

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17 a few weeks late

I am a bit late; and the next installment will be coming up very soon.  But that is a bit in the future.  So here is my June 17.

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The Raven Queen – Mirabelia 32 count Picture this Plus Arctic

I had a hard time stopping so I continued on my journey and it just keeps going on.  There is a story in there but it hasn’t fully surfaced….

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And it so it continues….

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So I listen as the Raven Queen starts to walk along the top of the castle with her black feathered friends the ravens.

 

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Mill Hill AH15 Ghost May 10

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

A journey into Maynia pt 1

Once upon a time; May 1 to be exact; a little ship set out to sail. Reds, blues, yellows and a bit of orange billowed in the winds.

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MH18-7105 Sail Away May 1

 The next day the winds drew in a chill to the little ship.  She shivered.
But a pair of mittens shield the worst of the icy waves.

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MH-18 Mittens May 2

Dreams later on erupted into a whimsical sight of dancing dragons.

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DragonDreams 2012 9 dragons dancing. May 3

Those dreams took off to a place of heat. There in the sand lay possible answers to all. Cacti and clay pots how could that be?

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Dimensions Petite Gold #6738 South West Blend May 4

And then there was a wonderful wake up from the dreams of dancing dragons and clay pots.  The smell of fresh brewed coffee drifted from the galley of the little ship.

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MH16-3102 Love Coffee May 5

The little ship all warm and toasty continues her sail,  heading into another day.

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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.

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.”