Tag: Community: Kindred Spirits

Yo ho ho

~ Liz A ~ 16 Comments

Long ago and far away (in 1978 to be exact) I made a counted cross stitch sailing ship on 22 count Hardanger cloth (using a pattern) … then put it in a candle stand and gave it to my dad, who kept in on his dresser … seen here when my SIL asked last year if I’d like it back …

to which I said yes, please … minus the candle stand. And have since wondered what to do with it, until deciding to give it a place on My Heart’s Compass …

And then, having pretty much finished the herringbone waves on the sea of hope, I turned to the task of quilting the long strips of cloth along the sides …

Traditional running stitch or Jude’s glue stitch? The first being far easier, the second more haptic. So I asked Don, who voted for visible beads of glue stitch worked in perle cotton …

to which I decided to add a scattering of Hazel stars. And yes, this will certainly take longer to do than running stitch, but oh what fun!

Home again

~ Liz A ~ 20 Comments

Last week we had the third annual Girls’ Weekend in St Louis to celebrate Logan’s 19th birthday. This time I invited Don to crash the party so we could host a family dinner at 801-FISH …

There also might have been some shopping and beverages along the way …

And then PopPop and I got to stay for the rest of the week to hang out with Jackson and Jace …

I even got in a little bit of stitching … two Glennis moon cabins, courthouse steps style …

Now I can’t wait to go back this spring to help the boys break in their new pool! If we’re lucky, we’ll get to fly out of the Infinity Gate at the Austin Airport again …

But as Dorothy once said, in the end there’s no place like home.

Back in my happy place

~ Liz A ~ 26 Comments

I’m on my sixth or seventh skein of Deb’s threads, happily stitching my way across a sea of hope …

And wow, that one patch of Deb’s dyed damask makes me think of Hazel’s sailing ships … imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, even when unintentional.

We’ve actually been away … an overnight trip to the little town of Brenham …

which we reached after two hours of driving by lots of bluebonnets.

We stayed at the Main Street House …

wandered around the historic district…

had a great dinner at Las Americas …

and wished some other intriguing places had been open when we wandered by …

Sadly, the new normal in Bed & Breakfast land appears to be serve-yourself breakfast … a change from the toothsome offerings served at a common table in pre-Covid days.

Still, it was good to be venturing out in the world again … and then return home to blue skies and new leaves pushing old leaves off the live oak trees …

a sure sign of spring!