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.

C is for Cross stitch

is  for CROSS STITCH ,  and thank you Jacqeline  for the idea!!  Today I am taking the fork in the road from my story.  But my reasoning is that CROSS STITCH just as important to my writing as any other distraction.  I can drift off and think about the next perplexing problem that Jake is experiencing as I stitch away.  It calms me down except when the frog comes to visit and his distinctive call of  “RIP IT RIP IT”  is heard and then I do get frustrated.

I have many projects and ufos (unfinished projects).  A few that I have posted here and there are more that have not made it onto the internet.   but yes CROSS STITCH is a very big part of my life.

This one is a free design from DragonDreams I follow her on Facebook  and I just love her designs.   I worked it on 16 count aida and it  is actually a finish for me !  The Little Line story on the other pages I have been posting is a loved project of mine as well. It is a design called Magic Dragon designed by Joan Elliott who has a site here too!

With CROSS STITCH  I can go on forever but…I won’t  Enjoy!!

Hide and Seek

As he grew he soared up among the clouds.  They whispered and sang, through his wings hiding him from the twinkling stars.    He dashed and flew high and strong seeking his treasures; his dreams.

Unsure

And they appeared,  fragile and glistening.  His wings rippled and grew to lift him to the sky. He wobbled and fluttered, little leaps, he leaned into the breeze.  Unsure for now, but a little smile and a sparkle in his eye spoke of a journey yet to come.

The little line grows

Well! The little line stretched his neck and he couldn’t quite believe himself.  Why he was starting to look quite handsome.  His eyes were blue and full of twinkles.   He tossed up his head and a small little grin appeared.

He licked the line of purple and then he wondered what was that? And where was it going ?  And then he pouted and shook his head.  It wasn’t going fast enough, how could he speed up?  His curious nature was over flowing.  What was next. where was he going?  

The path widens

The Little Line gasped, and no this was not what it was expecting.  For one thing the colors were not quite right.  It was more blues greens and yellows and gold that were its destiny.  And yes there was gold but the little line didn’t think that this was an ending to its journey.  There was going to be something different for it and the little line knew this deep within its crosses.