I bid you, Dear Friends,
come across my threshold with a light heart and a listening ear.
Please join me with a cup of tea, enjoy my needle work and listen to my tales of Blackstone. The cottage is 300years old and is now part of the main house, it is my favorite place. The studio is above the stables and dear Kip, my black cat, keeps me company as I dream and sew.
I am truly a lover of past times, you will see this as I add pictures of my work. Please visit often, you are always welcome.
I cannot count my day complete 'Til needle, thread and fabric meet
Some of my characters are from patterns by Stacey Meade, Netty LaCroix, Crows Roost Prims and Sassafrass hill Primitives, most are my own designs.
Meg ~ $30.00
Edgar ~ $32.00
Maggie of the Hearth ~$28.00
Little Maggie is the doll that has sat nestled in the stones of the great hearth. For many generations she has watched the people that lived in her house come and go. Now she seems to be a very important part of this house. Maggie hopes she will remain there.
Joshua's Horse $12.00
The horse was found beneath the floor boards of a log cabin. It was made by Grandma with love for the boy that played by the hearth.
18th Century Needlework
Kip the Black Cat ~ $20.00
Meg is Tom O'Malley, the boot makers, cat. She keeps the mice from his store of leather. One misty night while she was hunting in the heather, she came upon a Fairy mound. The Queen of the Fairies herself granted to Meg a day on the Earth as a human. During that joyous day Meg spoke, sang and laughed as a willowy woman with raven hair. But alas the day went by ever so fast and once again Meg was Tom's shop cat. But dear Meg refused to give up her locket and dress. So some say in the misty twilight a black cat can been seen on the moores in her calico dress with a locket upon her throat.
Every April a group of bats leave their hibernation in the Durham mines and come home to have their young ones in our dining room chimney. They are home agian for this year and we fully expect little ones to begin leaving around the 3rd week in July. We know this because some of the babies as they are learning to fly and leave their chimney come down instead of going up. Along with the little ones come frantic mothers looking for them. It is mayhem in the house as twilight descends and I crawl combat style out the back door and call for my dogs. Some day we will film this fun. Each year we keep count and our highest yet was last year at 14 in 2 weeks. But as much as I don't want them to fly into me, I love them, we don't have any biting insects and I love to see them leave our eves and chimneys. They take to the air as the chimney swifts return to the mill's chimney for the night. The dusky sky is filled with small flying creatures. Sometimes I feel we need some airtraffic control here in little Kintnersville. So with this as my insperation, please enjoy my "By the Light of the Moon" ~ $28.00 ~