Adam Fell

Adam may have fallen a long way to be represented in such a state, but I'm excited about this one. It's not complete - he'll have hair and hands and feet, and other face options -  but it's face pieces that attach using velcro. More to come.


The rest of the book:
First 
Second & Third
Fourth

Snipped off her nose!

The constant repetition of 'Sing a Song of Sixpence' has died down somewhat, but we still play with bread and honey often and have now, mostly, completed the maid in the garden. No, it does not actually involve snipping, or 'sniffing' as is done in our house, but it involves hanging laundry on the line and matching colors. Next time, I would change the orientation a bit, by moving up the clothes pins to not cover so much sock underneath, and make it a bit bigger, but someday you'll see why it needed to be small. Maybe the Princess will have learned how to work clothespins by then. This is a great way to use up old socks. Very, very slowly.

Enjoy!

More about this project
Here

Page, the Fourth

And the world was formed and the dry land appeared. Granted, this is more of a representation of the land masses now, as opposed to Pangaea. That would make a less interesting puzzle. The pieces snap on. And the back was a shirt I wore in high school. Yep.

What I've learned:

• Stiff fabric is the the way to go. The book will have to endure the terror of a toddler, or several, so it needs to withstand the ages. 
• Stretchy fabric is no good for snaps or velcro. Or really for anything, unless it has a specific stretchy need.
• The backing on each page is a stiff fabric too.
• The shape of the page doesn't fit in her favorite backpack very well. 
• I'm not sure how to represent the firmament or light, so this may not actually be scriptural at all.  

Previous Creation pages
First 
Second & Third 

Other quiet book stuff
Bread and honey
Hanging out the clothes

Page, the Second and Third

The Creation quiet book continues. Here is pages 2-3. The stars live in the moon, and match to the colors on the opposite page. Each color is a different feel of fabric. They are velcro, so they stick really nicely to the pews at church. And sweaters or nylons.

I've wondered if it's worth it to make patterns for all of this, if anyone would like to copy. Any takers?

A Hairy (pony) Tail

There's another chunk of hair for someone's wig.

http://locksoflove.org/

The week, 2nd edition

This is the piece I shared at Grandpa's funeral. It's a bit revised from the first edition:

"It's Saturday, it's Saturday. Time to get ready for Sunday. First, to breakfast, the breakfast of champions! It begins, as always, with apricot juice, or patiently peeled orange, carefully sorted into each bowl, in order to share both the best and the worst. Now comes a bowl of oatmeal with walnuts and a generous scoop of honey. Bread finishes the meal. Then it's off to scrub the potatoes, or make the jello, but only fruit jello with canned fruit and that's only for company. After a long day of work, it's time to unwind with the Lawrence Welk show and the Champagne Lady.

And now to Sunday, a new week begins. The Spoken Word rings through the house. With scriptures in hand, it's time for meetings. The cheese toast is crackling. And mostly, the organ is singing its familiar tunes with its robust and favorite singer, until it's time to play Upwords alongside the worn dictionary and beloved companion. There shall be music wherever he goes.

The work week starts again on Monday. It's off to battle, to battle the noxious weeds, the dandelions and morning glory, with a trusty brown knee pad as shield and a sturdy dandelion digger as sword - the same used by various young invincibles to threaten loss of toe or worse in a treacherous tossing game.

There's a birthday on Tuesday, which must have cake! Out from the freezer it comes bedecked with the candle, the special 8 candle, and only after song can the rowdy group dig in. "Get out and walk."

It's Wednesday, which means it's Ice Cream Night. The night would go as it always does; "What do you want, Boss?" "Whatever's good." Within a few short minutes, a small bowl arrives, brimming with melting ice cream, with indentations where a stray finger eased the scoop into the bowl.

It's Thursday now and maybe raining outside. The saw in the shop is whirring, or maybe the lathe. Sawdust flies to every recess of the room. A tremendous sneeze answers, scattering stunned children in its wake. A break for lunch means fruit or cookies for dessert. Two please! And maybe later, it's the sewing machine binding ever lengthening strips together as the next braided rug forms in tight, flat rows.

It's Friday and shopping is the order of the day. In comes plastic bags of bananas, cereal, milk, and generous packages of meat, ready for the roaster on Sunday. A short walk retrieves the little students at the elementary school or the bush stop.

Hardly a day goes by without some work on a word puzzle, study of the daily paper, and a slice of homemade bread, dressed with delicious jam. In the fall, it's canning and passball. In summer, it's weeding and the print shop. In spring, it's waking the yard. In winter, it's pruning and shoveling.

On every bridge, there is a road to travel. On every road is a sign to read, and very few make it through life unread by one well-seasoned Traveler.

Adios. Au revior. Aufvedersehen."