Friday Finishes

Potato Bush

I feel like every single Friday I slide in sideways. I wonder why that is? I always feel like on Friday morning I  can rest. Which isn't true in the least, because there is always so much to be done. I thought I would have more things to show you that I finished this week. Life does manage to have other plans.

I worked on this pin cushion this week. I really don't finish my cross stitch pieces but stick them in a drawer once I am finished. I decided that this one I would finish.

Pattern Country Stitches- Pin Feathers

 

Just a pin cushion that took me hours to make. I really like this one because it looked old fashioned. I got it all made and realized I was going to stain it and sand it and abuse it, and I forgot. So now it will just look all nice and brand new. I always want every thing to look like:

" One day in early spring, while out walking, I decided to follow a path. I knew I had never seen before. As I walked down the through the twisty vine covered trees, in the distance I saw a old house set back in the woods. As I approached, I could see the primroses blooming closely next to the wooden steps as if protected there by a gentle hand.


There were the pointy stems of tulips, and daffodils, and next to the porch was a old, old Lilac covered in drooping purple blooms. Old climbing roses filled the trees, with promises of rainbows of blossoms once summer had arrived.

I took a step on the porch, which creaked to announce to the ghosts that lived there, that a visitor had come.
The old screen creaked as I opened it and walked into a room with sheet covered chairs and the smell of a lonely house met my nose. My eyes were drawn upwards to the stairs, the bannister was carved with vines and the newel post was a old tulip shape. As I climbed, I knew someone had loved this place and it was a people house sadly neglected. I saw a door, to my right and I turned the glass knob, I took a step into what was once a lovely room filled with secrets. There was a old iron bed frame with the paint sadly chipping. the  old highboy along one wall  with a dried bouquet of sweet anne's lace covered in dust.  and a window seat under the window with the bow sash. There were book shelves that I am sure once was filled with old  friends.

At the end of the bed stood a old chest. I walked over and lifted the lid, and as I opened it I realized I was looking at a trunk filled with dreams. The smell of old roses and woodruff leaped out at me. There were old dance cards, and old report cards and a bundle of letters now yellowed tied with a faded blue ribbon.

On top sat a old pin cushion and sewing box, the needles now rusted from disuse...

That is what I always think of when I make old sewing things.

I hope you have a lovely weekend,
Thank you for letting me share the things that go on in my head while I am sewing.
~Kim~

There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.---Celia Thaxter 1835-1894