Inspiring Quilters, Stitch by Stitch
Well said,Rogue.Yes , seems everyone's so involved in their projects this season, and l'm glad...the trend seems to be getting back to gifts made with love by hand. I've always believed those are the best ones ( even though ,at times, it ca cost more to make something than to just purchase a knock-off). Grandads making rocking horses, dads planning the itinerary for a special trip, mom baking favorite treats, and aunties & grandmas knitting & quilting are a reflection of a family's love for one another, ( no one spends hours making something for someone they don't like). So enjoy your time making your love-filled gifts..people need to feel someone cares.
i love baking, especially at the holidays. used to make dozens and dozens of cookies. now it is mostly the breads and brownies. occasional pies.
What are warmhearts, Suzann?
cotton fabric heart shapes filled with white rice. they are about 8"x8". heat them in microwave. use on sore muscles, warm up the bed, for cramps, etc. i make mine 2 layers thick, sew a seam 3/4" in, fill with rice, close hole, then clip free edge to make fringe all the way around. very popular with my friends and family ... and now with their friends and families. ~~~hahaha~~~
oh, so you don't turn them inside out but sew w/wrong sides together...sounds like a good idea :-)
makes it simpler to put together. and, gives them a lovely homemade, primitive look. i also think they are more comfortable to use without the harder seam line from turning.
The Night Before Christmas ... Texas Style
'Twas Christmas Eve in Texas, when all 'cross th' ranch, Not one critter was stirrin', not even a branch;
Th' boot-socks were hung from barbed wire with care, In hopes that th' tops this year would not tear;
Th' kids were all tucked up like cows in a shed, While dreamin' of baked goods like cookies and bread;
Mom hung up her Stetson by my worn Resistol, Took off boots, jeans and belts then in bed we did fall,
When out by th' barn there was all sorts of clangin' We jumped up right quick to see what was a bangin'.
Grabbed up our rifles and dressed quick like hustlers, Grabbed ammo 'n' shotguns case it was rustlers.
Moon glow on tin roof shined by sand blowin' hard Gave enough light for seein' and showed th' farmyard,
We 'uns concluded we was a seein' thangs Like, an old worn-out stagecoach pulled by eight green-broke mustangs,
With a great big ol' driver, who held a tight rein, we sure knew right quickly it must be John Wayne.
Much faster than bullets his horses sure came, Still he whistled, and shouted, and yelled out each name:
"Now Pitchfork! now Pickup! now, Chisum and Dallas! On, Haybale! on, Hairball! on, Lonestar and Texas!
Right over th' leech field! and on past th' well pump Now gee-up and yee-haw, git ready to jump!"
Like tumbleweeds scurry when tornadoes whirl by, When they just go and head skyward, up they sure fly.
Yep, up to th' rooftop them horses strivin', with that stage full of toys, and th' Duke a drivin'
In just a short moment we heard on th' roof Th' stomping and stamping of each unshod hoof.
As we threw on our hats, and were heading downstairs, John Wayne kicked in the front door which fell on two chairs.
Was dressed like a sheriff, from his hat to his boots, And his clothes were all showin' deep-down western roots;
Saddle bag of toys he had flung 'cross his back, and small things stuffed in pockets too much for his pack.
His eyes how they squinted! his pistol how gleamin'! His badge was all shiny, his neck scarf tied streamin'!
His shirt unbuttoned, with th' flap hanging down And th' jut of his chin was as fierce as his frown;
His rifle he held onto tight in his hand, 'Til he got a good feel for the lay of the land;
He had broad shoulders which carried quite a load in And shook when he laughed as his face creased with a grin.
He was handsome and tall, a legend come to life, And we sure liked what we saw both me 'n' th' wife.
Him winkin' at Mom and a noddin' his head Made us glad we did not get Santa instead.
He drawled a few words, but he mostly just worked, Filled boot-socks with oranges and meat, spicy-jerked,
And waving his hand in gesture well known, Crashed through a window just as if he was thrown;
He sprang to his coach, toward his team the whip cracked, Away they all galloped as if some injuns attacked.
But we all heard him shout, as he started to go, "Howdy, Pardner, all y'all, saddle up, wagons ho!"
we actually have Mustangs! a black mare named Cheyenne and a perlino gelding named Carousel. perlino is creamy white with pale gold mane and tail, and blue eyes. he looks like every little girl's dream of the perfect merry-go-round pony, until she started graying a bit around her facem my mare was solid black, except for where some scars turned white. she is about 23 yrs old and he is a little more than 21 years old.