I was helping my mother-in-law sort books in the library in her house. Each book that Dad had read had his initials in the front. While it was interesting to see Dad’s comments written in the books, I had no use for radio and tv repair books. There were two sets of encyclopedias in the […]
The green tissue paper had faded to an ugly greenish- gray. It had been a bright green when I folded it around the small milk carton. Fluffy white feathers were glued around the top. I remembered making this when I was in fifth grade. I saved my milk carton from school lunch and gathered the
Making American Girl Doll clothes has been very rewarding for me during this past year. It has been a good way to relax. I enjoyed the process of sorting through my fabric stash and then choosing patterns. Recycling clothes has also been fun and challenging for me. I bought a girl’s red plaid pleated skirt
I was happy with what I accomplished in art class. I juggled my watercolor palette, paints and the picture I had begun—blue daisies on a white background. My arms were so full that I had to set some things down in order to unlock the door of my car. I spent the afternoon running errands
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“Would you be willing to do the flowers for my grandson’s wedding?” my sister asked. I didn’t need to hesitate. I had made the bouquets, boutonnieres, and corsages for my daughters’ weddings. “I can do that,” I said. I went to Hobby Lobby with my sister, the bride, and other interested friends to get silk
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My oldest sister made me a doll when I was a little girl. It was made out of cloth with moveable arms and legs. The doll had an embroidered face and hair made from a special kind of yarn called straw yarn. That doll exists only in my memory. “You didn’t take care of it,”
Her name was Dorie. Her plan was to make a king-size cathedral window quilt. She collected many different blue fabrics and cut them into tiny squares. She used bleached muslin and made the foundation blocks. Each block was handsewn and then joined to the next one. Her quilt was about a fourth of the way
It volunteered to grow right in the middle of the flower bed in front of my house. It was about a foot tall when I discovered it. I wondered, Why now? It’s been more than five years since there was a hollyhock in this flower bed. Why did that seed wait so long to sprout?
