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.
Hello Dear Friends, it's been some time since I've written. I've been pulled away by the Spring gardens and the warm sun. My work comes in dribs and drabs and I find myself easily distracted. Hmmm....seamstress block? Well enough for now there seems to be an empty chair under the tree and I feel the need to sit in it. Enjoy these summer days.