Thursday, August 22, 2013
experimental work continues
the top section is painted and crackled, and the bottom section as well as the pumpkin are fused
next step -- the stitching -- I plan to do a lot of thread painting on this
we'll see how this goes
I hope to have this ready to go in that felting load on Monday
a baby's hat that will go into the box for the Cheyenne River Indian Reservation
I love this color combination -- reminds me of an egg plant
one of the biggest mushrooms I've seen growing in the yard
it reminds me of my grandmother, and this poem she used to recite to me:
UNDER a toadstool crept a wee Elf,
Out of the rain to shelter himself.
Under the toadstool, sound asleep,
Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap.
Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet
Fearing to fly away lest he get wet.
To the next shelter—maybe a mile!
Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile.
Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two.
Holding it over him, gaily he flew.
Soon he was safe home, dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse—"Good gracious me!
"Where is my toadstool?" loud he lamented.
—And that's how umbrellas first were invented.