I am packing my suitcase and trying to fit my clothes in with all my miniatures as the Kensington Show is 18 days away and we are planning to spend the 10 days prior to the show in Scotland. My new items for the show are walnut picture frames, kits for making jewelry, some lovely embroidered pictures, embroidered knitting bags and embroidered pillows and Christmas stockings. It should be a great show and lets hope for warm and sunny weather (makes standing in line a lot more pleasant!).

The Seattle Show is Coming Up

I am looking forward to the Seattle Show on March 2nd and 3rd. My embroidery needle and I have been quite busy and I have some new Christmas stockings, pillows and the crazy quilt. I also have some new kits for tiny Volker Arnold houses which make wonderful Christmas scenes in a dollhouse. IMG_20190212_105043IMG_20190212_105131IMG_20180914_111023IMG_20181011_104728

Is This Really a Security Risk?

Going through security at the Guatemala Airport last week I was stopped by a young female security guard who wanted to go through my carry-on. I stood by while she plowed through my clean clothes, my dirty clothes, my bag of less-than-three-ounces of cosmetics and a few miscellany souvenirs. She pounced on my quart zip-lock bag containing twelve spools of silk thread, twelve threaded needles and some miniature stitcheries. She pulled aside the spools of thread and the needles and said “No!”  I said in my very best Spanish “Why? It’s just silk thread.”  I could not conceive how the thread and needles could possibly present a security risk. At most I might whip them out and embroider a flower on someone’s jacket. She ripped off several strands of thread, pulled them apart and consulted with a fellow employee. She finally acquiesced and allowed me to take the thread but kept the needles.  I am sure that there is a life lesson in there somewhere but am currently still looking.    🙂


Needlework for the NAME National Convention in Charleston

My needle and I have been busy and it seems that as soon as I finish one thing (or even before I get it done) I have an idea for something else. The antique tatting at the top of some of the Christmas stockings comes from my maternal grandmother’s stash. She didn’t throw anything out, thinking that she might eventually find a use for it and I still have it some seventy five years later. My husband and my adult children despair when they see my bins of lace, silk and ribbon.