Tuesday, September 13, 2016

A House of Her Own

My first post back after some much need time away from things....

To help me get back into a more regular stitching regime, I am taking part in Karens latest class Wrapped and Bound in Stitch.

At this stage i am aiming to use the book "A House of Her Own" as inspiration for a cloth wrapped and bound in stitch, for my daughter, Kim.  You see she has just bought her own home and will be moving out at the end of the year.  You know the feelings a mother has with this. Happy for her. Proud of her. At the same time a touch melancholy......Our family life as we know it is changing........So this book and the Wrapped and Bound in Stitch Cloth i make, will be a surprise for her. A kind of moving out / moving in gift.

This book  "A House of Her Own" just fell into my possession. A kind of  serendipity moment. There it was, in the bookstore window, staring right at me, just when i was walking past in a bit of a dream, a mind wander, thinking of  Kims excitement and her trepidation for her furture. It made me stop in my tracks.  I was immediately reminded of  Karen Ruanes   upcoming class.  Perfect timing really. With the most perfect inspiration on each page.

The book is aimed at around 4 year olds and the story line in the book hits home......The little girl in the book decides to move out. She feels there family home is to small. The father in the book assists his little girl to move out into the tree house. He is a busy beaver, in his glory, to help his little girl...This story book is so fitting for a daddy's girl like mine.

I feel it is going to be an exciting 16 weeks.  Karens classes never disappoint.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

An Enchanted Escape

"My Writing Excerpt"

She's here. I know she is. That scent gives it away. Her scent. Sweet as honeysuckle. Informing me of her arrival. The birds chitter and chatter filling the air with the most magical hum joining the butterflies who are fluttering above, reinforcing me of her arrival. Letting me know that my faithful friend has arrived.
“Welcome back Shirley,” Emote sings as she flies under the tree, secreting a silvery shimmering light, trailing behind her. She is lighter and swifter than a lightning bolt and fluid as the water in the river.

" My Stitch Interpretation. "

For this post i changed my process and used my stitching to inspire my writing.
A few years back this toadstool poped up in the garden. I imagined fairies flying around with wings as light as feathers and scent as sweet as honeysuckle.
And so began the inspiration for my stitched "Funki Funghi"

She has the beauty and brilliance of a flower in the sun, with scent is as sweet as honeysuckle.

Her hair is as fine as mist, capable of sprinkling particles of happiness
She is able to bequeath the beauty of life through her presence.

Her caring, compassionate words are like petals falling from her lips.
For she is the guardian of emotions, the feelings of life.

This body of work has a focus on the magical world of fairy fantasy.
A dream world in Faraway Places, where declicate fairies play among the trees, flowers and toadstools.
An Enchanted Escape.


Thursday, March 17, 2016

True Encouragement

Grandmother Shirley, Me-Cherie, Aunty Bern, Mum Marlene, Brother Mark, Cousin Dean - Taken in around 1970.

I have always been close with my Grandmother and for as long as I can remember, have maintained a yearning to write about her early years, a challenging period of her life. This drive has really only been a dream, until August last year when purely by chance, I came across the Writers Studio. So late last year I took a couple of introductory classes with them. These classes presented me with the feeling of freedom that expressing my thoughts into written word provides.
The second class, the genre class, was where I embarked on a journey together with my Grandmother Shirley. I interviewed Shirley and wrote my first pieces about her for each of the four short stories.
Although my writing experience is in its infancy, we both valued this so much and found it a means to turn inwards and help us both heal and grow. So In November of 2015, I enrolled in the Writers Studio Online 1st Draft Novel Class to begin in March 2016.
With my motivation at an all-time high, I spent the most recent December and January speaking with Shirley and noting down her memories in preparation for this class. My aim with this novel class was to attempt to write a novel about her early years of her life and present the book to her.
On Australia Day 26th January 2016, after hours of note taking, Shirley said to me, "Well that’s it; that’s the last."
Four days later, Saturday 30th January, she passed away unexpectedly. At the age of 91 she had been doing really well. Walking every morning and maintained a sociable existence with our large family. Aortic Dissection was found to be the cause.
With my emotions, passion and purpose in turmoil the writing aspirations that I set in motion in November 2015, for the upcoming class, were abruptly overturned.  Throughout February I felt like I was grasping at nothingness. Time seemed to stop. And nothing seemed important. My whole body didn’t want to respond to anything. I was frozen in time and I as tried with all my might to put one foot ahead of the other, it felt like I was dragging myself through honey.
However, I have since been informed that she was so thrilled I was writing about her life. Apparently she spoke of it to many family members. It had taken us a few months but i now have many pages of rough notes to hopefully incorporate within this journey. In addition to this she portrayed a sense of relief in letting go of emotional baggage buried within her soul. She was happy and at peace. That is true encouragement for me. So I now pick myself up and recommence one step at a time...

" My Stitch Interpretation. "

For my stitch sampler - I have employed silk ribbon techniques, fabric painting and loose french knots.

 The encouragement i gain from my Grandmother Shirley is shown in my stitch interpretation - A goddess. 
Her hair is as fine as mist, capable of sprinkling particles of happiness. 
Her caring, compassionate words are like petals falling from her lips
She is able to bequeath the beauty of life through her presence.
For she is the guardian of emotions, the feelings of life.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Forget Me Not!

Today i begin sharing my writing and stitch interpretation referencing my Grandmother Shirley.



"My Writing Excerpt"

{Below is an excerpt, a small passage, of my narrative from the period in Shirleys life when she was 12 years of age.}
I have moments when I feel like mum is here watching over me. Guiding me with little signs that disappear as quickly as they appear.

Only yesterday I found forget-me-nots growing amongst the brambles on the river bed. Such a strange spot for this pretty blue flower to reside.
Was this a message to me from mum? For me to remember her and all she taught me? I think possibly so, for as i lent over and gently picked one of the forget-me-nots, it scream the moment it was uprooted from the earth. A loud piercing screech, that took me by surprise, but verified my suspicions. This tiny sweet little blue flower was informing me that it is well aware of the rules of nature that mum taught me.
"To love something is to appreciate it. Not own it. Not possess it. So you should never pick a flower you love for it will die and not be the wonder that you loved.
Forget-Me-Nots peeping out of the brambles


" My Stitch Interpretation. "

The piece of work in this image is a woolen blanket that I am in the process of embellishing with Silk Ribbon and Wool embroidery
Blue Forget Me Nots, using 2mm silk ribbon and stitched with ribbon loop stitch

Blue Forget Me Nots, using appletons wool and stitch with lazy daisy stitch


Sunday, January 24, 2016

Reflections of 2015

I began 2015 with the intent to begin journal writing as a means to heal and grow. Unbeknown to me at the time, this was my inception into a world that would open up new doors of creativity for me.  As i ventured through each day, I found the journal writing ritual, most enjoyable. Expressing my thoughts into the written word is providing me with an array of inspiration for my needlework endeavors.

After only 3 months of journal writing, the whole process opened up my mind and heart to emotions i didn't even know existed. Keeping in mind that my initital intent with journal writing was to help me heal and grow, and wanting to explore myself further, I found the most amazing mentor Corona Brady and in April 2015 began working with her.
And so began a 9 month journey, with fortnightly meetings via skype, where Corona supported me along the path of self discovery.

Throughout this period Corona taught me meditation, Kundalini yoga, the importance of rituals, mindfulness and an array of other energy healing techniques. This work with Corona, and in particular the deep mediation process that she guided me through, further developed my enquiry skills and I became fascinated by the possibility that patterns, emotions and feelings could, maybe, be passed on down through the generations without us even realising. Hence, i began asking questions about my grandmother and great grandmother.

I am in a very fortunate position. My Grandmother Shirley is here with us and at 91 years of age, is patient enough to participate in my "interviews" of her earlier life. A very hard, sad life indeed.

So for 2016 my writing and stitching focus has begun with further exploration into my grandmother, Shirley and her life journey. I am looking forward to sharing snippets of my writing and stitch interpretations here on my blog throughout 2016.

Four Generations of Girl Power !
From left to right
Kim{my daughter}, Cherie{Me}, Marlene{my mother}, Shirley{my grandmother}