Saturday, April 18, 2009
I created this box before Valentine's Day, using few pieces of fabric, ribbons, bottons,pearls, lace.
The base for the box was made in the form of a hearth using pieces of cardboard. The flowers were made of fabric all from nothing.I use a diferent color for the inside of the box and make a cushion in the inside of the cover. I'm using it to put my winter globes. Very practical and decorative.
Build A Box Of Friendship
Into a box of friendshipTo insure that it is strong First a layer of respect On the bottom does belong. Then to the sides attach, In the corners where they meet, Several anchors full of trust, Devoid of all deceit. The height of friendship can be measured By the sides of four, So make them all a larger cut, And the box will hold much more. Now fill it up with courtesy, Honor and esteem, Understanding, sympathy,And passion for a dream. Add to that your honesty,Emotions joy and love,And since they’re so important,Place them up above But leave the box wide open So all can see inside,To learn what makes a friendship work From the box you built with pride.
Poem by Chuck Pool
Friday, April 17, 2009
This pictures show another change, it was at the started of Summer.
There is something sutil and beautiful in this picture. Is another hand made embroidery, I decided to framed in gold, is a victorian style cage.
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
The free bird leapson the back of the wind and floats downstreamtill the current endsand dips his wings in the orange sun raysand dares to claim the sky.But a bird that stalksdown his narrow cagecan seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.The caged bird sings with fearful trillof the things unknown but longed for still and is tune is heardon the distant hill for the caged birdsings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
By Maya Angelou
Sunday, April 12, 2009
On Easter Sunday people celebrate the resurrection of the Lord Jesus, is an annual celebration.This Easter celebration was wonderful, we had a lot of fun creating the traditional eggs, and making the dinner with the family. It was a magical time ,we enjoyed the baskets filled with chocolate bunnies, marshmallow chicks and jellybeans.
I wanted to share a few pictures with all of you, wishing that you too had a great day.