Wishing You a Merry Christmas!

O Christmas Tree!

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy leaves are so unchanging;
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy leaves are so unchanging;
Not only green when summer's here,
But also when 'tis cold and drear.
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy leaves are so unchanging!

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Much pleasure thou can'st give me;
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Much pleasure thou can'st give me;
How often has the Christmas tree
Afforded me the greatest glee!
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Much pleasure thou can'st give me.

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy candles shine so brightly!
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy candles shine so brightly!
From base to summit, gay and bright,
There's only splendor for the sight.
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy candles shine so brightly!

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
How richly God has decked thee!
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
How richly God has decked thee!
Thou bidst us true and faithful be,
And trust in God unchangingly.
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
How richly God has decked thee!

A Busy Week

Thanksgiving and a craft show in the same week! Had lots of fun, but I'm pooped!



Think I'll unpack the car tomorrow.

Happy Thanksgiving!

10 More Days!

Just 10 more days until the Old Deerfield Christmas Sampler Craft Fair! I'll be in Booth 221. Hope to see you there!

Feedsack Fabric

I love fabric. All kinds. Recently, I've started to collect feedsack fabric. Initially feedsacks were plain unbleached cotton with product brands printed on them. Around 1925 colorful prints began to appear. Women would use them to make everything from quilts to dresses. Eventually it became cheaper to replace the fabric with paper sacks.


I love the coarse weave and colorful prints of these fabrics. Perfect for making pincushions!

The only Ghost I ever Saw

The only Ghost I ever saw
Was dressed in Mechlin -- so --
He wore no sandal on his foot --
And stepped like flakes of snow --

His Gait -- was soundless, like the Bird --
But rapid -- like the Roe --
His fashions, quaint, Mosaic --
Or haply, Mistletoe --

His conversation -- seldom --
His laughter, like the Breeze --
That dies away in Dimples
Among the pensive Trees --

Our interview -- was transient --
Of me, himself was shy --
And God forbid I look behind --
Since that appalling Day! -- Emily Dickinson

Having Fun with CelluClay

Most of my time these days is spent getting ready for the Christmas Sampler show. This week I've been making papier mache ornies using CelluClay. It's great stuff - you just add water. Messy but fun!