Friday, 4 March 2011

Let the Sunshine out...

The sun has been shinning, and I've had a day off (a much needed day off!).

I've made good use of my spare time by fueling my creative urges, and I plucked up the courage to use my new Freehand Embroidery foot, I bought it a while back but I've been a bit scared of using it, but I did it today and this was my effort...

I like its playfulness.
I like making things without the pressure of anything having to be perfect (I think "perfect" is over rated).
I'm excited to carry on playing with my new toy, I think I might carry on sewing flowers...

I also was given a magazine at work the other weekend and it had a lot of paper free with it!
I was every excited to start making things out of it!
This paper chick was one of the examples I made from the magazine!
I like the buttoned eyes!

Its also a little box, you can lift the flap at the top (where the bit of ribbon is)
I might make some for my family at Easter and put little chocolate eggs inside.

One of my friend wanted some daffodils for a few of her friends,
it made spring come a little earlier for me, which was nice!

I love poetry so I added a line from a poem by William Wordsworth called Daffodil:

"Daffodils" (1804)

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

I added the very last line (in purple). I think it was quite fitting!


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