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!

xox