Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
We are each angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one and another. ~Luciano de Crescenzo
If one looks closely enough, one can see angels in every piece of art. ~ Terri Guillements
Ever felt an an angel's breath in the gentle breeze? A teardrop in the falling rain? Hear a whisper amoung the rustle of leaves? Or been kissed by a snowflake? Nature is an angel's favorite hiding place. ~Carrie Latet
Let us not be angel's of justice, but angel's of peace. ~St. Teresa of Lisieux
While we are sleeping, angel's have conversations with our souls. ~ Author Unknown
I saw an angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. ~ Michelangelo
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision.
~ St.Thomas Aqinas
In Heaven an angel is nobody in particular. ~ George Bernard Shaw
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Pincushions have graced virtually every sewing table that was. They have a splendid history and a charming manner.
In a bygone era, the tinkling bell at the door announces arrival and departure times of the patrons of a dressmaker's shop. Fashionable ladies examined textiles from distant lands that sit stacked from the rug to the rafters of a conveted tea parlor.The sheerest of laces, ribbons, threads, buttons and trinkets fill various rattan baskets while, close at hand a pincushion guards a myrid of sharp, shiny pins and needles. That pincushion is an integral part of the day's interprise.
People today, seem to have a fascination with tool's of the past. Vintage sewing items such as pincushions have become collectibles, as they yield satisfying results of efficiency and have a charm of their own.
This pincushion, has just traveled on a time machine, because this pincushion was made this winter. It is 4" in diameter and 2 and 3/4" tall.
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Like bits of frozen lace falling from the sky, snowflakes have covered Grand Marais and the surrounding areas with a blanket of pure white fluffy snow. The snowflakes are big and lace-like as they flutter down. At times, they come down very thick.
We do need the snow....next month is the U.P. 200, a dog sled race that starts out in Marquette, Michigan and comes all the way through the woods to Grand Marais. That is right, 2oo miles and through the woods at... night! Talk about an adventuresome spirit! It is quite the event to see! The mushers wear big parkas with long fur around their hoods that blows back as they move across the snow. They also wear huge fur mittens that go up to their elbows, just about. It is like something from Alaska. The dogs are the real atheletes, though...they love the snow and the colder the temperature, the better the dogs like it. The sled dogs wear special little boots adapted for running in the snow. So call it "The Call of the Wild" because those dogs live to run!
The snow is so fluffy and accumulates fast. You can even see the nowlakes as they fall caught in the "frozen space" of the above snapshot. Since it is so fluffy it just may seem much more snow has fallen but, it is beautiful and looks like a magical wonderland, outside. Nature has that way of making the the simplest things extraordinary.