Friday, January 2, 2009
Unexpected music....
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Fairy Tales....Hansel & Gretel
The four travel from their cottage into the woods...the children go further on, of course, after their father and stepmother have abandoned them--further on into the witch's candy house with feather beds and plenty of sweet food. At least, for the moment. But when your stomach is empty--truly empty--the moment is all that matters....



In this old, old, fairy tale...the children do escape (but you knew that). When they return home to their father, the stepmother is "dead"...do you think, gentle reader, as I do, that the stepmother died precisely when Gretel pushed the witch into the oven?
Each paper doll is laser copied onto acid-free card stock from my original *Paper Poppet Prints*, adhered to substantial paper, cut out & jointed with tiny brads.
*Mother?* is styled after a c.1600s wooden doll~~This doll has the unique feature of a "spinning head"~~she may change from witch to stepmother....did you ever make your witch, er, stepmother's head spin?????
By the by, I do love my stepmother, very much...she is NOT a witch! :)
measurements are as follows:
witch w/ boots folded up: 10" (includes hat)
witch w/ boots folded down: 12" (includes hat)
skirt is 8+ inches across at widest point
stepmother: 8.5" high (no boots)
this piece is available from my etsy shoppe, or eBay~~as you see, you may display her on an easel frame, though there is a double-loop of thread should you wish to display as a wall piece. Or, I suppose you could "frame" her...she does all sorts of things--don't you love dollies you can play with?! Her head spins 'round and is designed precisely so...the witch's hat is completely hidden when she is the stepmother. The witch's boots fold up as well, which can be a display option (or it makes the figure of the stepmother a bit more "different" than the witch...)
A happy accident with this piece: this doll's "form" is styled after the famed "Letitia Penn" wooden doll (whose year of creation and travel to America is somewhat debatable...). But, she is indeed a 1600-1700s dollie, which times out exactly with the Salem Witch Trials.
And another note~~these paper poppets of late are mixed media & then some...gouache, pen, ink, colored pencil, watercolor pencil, opaque pen...I am appalled at how much a set of watercolors costs these days, and so, have been foraging ahead without...and making many fun discoveries with the mediums I have on hand! (Although, I must procure some tubes of gamboge and payne's grey~~my favorite watercolor hues...)
Happy New Year blessings,
meg
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
*Fast away the old year passes....*
On Christmas Eve, every year, we go to Joe's Mother's house...wonderful, yummy, food...lots of presents...and legendary stockings. And Maggie received some play money, which came darn handy that night when we returned home to leave Santa his cookie and eggnog!
Me: Maggie....why are you leaving money for Santa??
Maggie:....oh....I just want him to have a Merry Christmas.
Yeah, right. Magdalen was completely horrid on Christmas Eve and had a freakitin' melt-down when she had to wait to did into her stocking. She was seriously naughty. Naughty. And was most likely a bit nervous, waiting for the big guy...and rightly so. Maggie is naughty AND smart.
But our reindeer food worked:


(and the 20 bucks)
...that's the naughty elf herself, to the right....she had a rather jaded Christmas season, altogether, I suppose....she realized if you should happen to get a "barbie jammin' jeep" (which she did not) you still can't drive yourself around wherever you want to go. And too, Jesus didn't show up for his Birthday party at Sunday School. Baffling.
Her big sister, on the other hand, is a sweet-pea. Mostly. I can't believe how much she's grown!


Maggie really enjoyed the accidental wonderful gift from Fran of Cloth Doll Supply....some fake hair.

She's had no end of fun with the swatch of hair (actually, the hair might be real...i'm not sure...)
And then, if you have a cutie gnome hat from Arfeinel. Well.
Friday, December 19, 2008
a wee goblin....

Some days I lonnnng for a space to work (the above photo is our small kitchen table...)~~but other days, I enjoy small hands to "help"...I know the girls are learning, all the time, and best of all watching Mama make stuff. We've all lost that simple privilege, somewhere along the way. I want my girls to know, too, that you can have a "job" that makes you happy! Really. I mean seriously...is this a job!?
Sitting at the kitchen table, cozy with the snow and cold outside our nest...Christmas music, a pine scented candle burning, and coloring...painting, cutting, glittering...making.

She's just enchanted with The Nutcracker, and did a wonderful job of painting her very own!!
By the by...the first song on my blog is "Red Clay Halo" by Gillian Welch!
Her CD, Time (The Revelator), is tippity-top on my Christmas Wish List....okay...to be dead honest, it's "tied" with Alicia Paulson's book~~Stitched in Time. I didn't know about this sweet posy!! Can't wait to open it on Christmas morn'...(Joe's excellent about sticking to the wish list...!)
I heard Gillian Welch on the Audrey Eclectic blog....is that some fancy folk art or what?! :)
Just one last thing to share with you....a lovely "gift" was waiting outside the door of our nest this morning, just waiting for me to capture it in a picture...just look at these beautiful winter roses!

Now, I really must fly from the nest~~to the post office! EVERYTHING is going out today...I can breathe and stitch on dollies to play with~~how fun! And I must say, the final trip to the post before Christmas is becoming one of my favorite traditions....good-bye little boxes!!
We'll chat again soon~~we had a rather hilarious Saint Lucia celebration...more on that tomorrow?
Blessings,
Meg
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
*They sailed away for a year & a day....*

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat,They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five pound note.
II
Pussy said to the Owl,
'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married!
too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose....
Edward Lear, 1871
~~You may visit this whimsical pair on eBay~~
Blessings,
Friday, November 21, 2008
Rabid Hedgehogs & Christmas Whimsies...
Mr. Pipps is on his way to Selma's mushroom cottage~~he's wending his way through the winding, frosty, paths of Christmas Forest. Granted, he does this every Christmas day~~at least for the last 41 Christmases~~but this year...THIS year...he's bringing Miss Selma a nutmeg latte (along with the berry bouquet, candy canes, mushroom, and pine cones...). I have high hopes for Mr. Pipps! ~~and for the coffee shops as well.
But what will Miss Selma say??? What will she do?!
The first Christmas Mr. Pipps approached the topic of gnomish nuptials, Miss Selma dumped a pot of oatmeal upon his noggin (but we can all agree he deserved it--courting for only one year before a proposal?! That would be an engagement entered into with haste and ill breeding. Miss Selma made an extremely wise choice in her declining...) The fourth Christmas involved a snowbank--the 13th a rabid hedgehog (13 is unlucky, after all...thus, the extreme response on our young lady's part.) There are 36 other unfortunate tales of Christmas Proposals and their ensuing heartbreak~~but I'll spare you Mr. Pipps' annual misery. His leg has healed just fine~~barely a limp~~and the scar on his...well. It simply adds to his roguish charm.
And so, Mr. Pipps wends his way along...softly singing a tune from "Cabaret"...
"Maybe this time,
I'll be lucky....
...Not a loser anymore
Ah, the winsome hope of Sally & Mr. Pipps!
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Musical Play by Joe Masteroff.Lyrics by Fred Ebb. Music by John Kander.Based on I Am A Camera by John van Druten and Berlin Stories by Christopher Isherwood.Original Production directed by Harold Prince and Choreographed by Ron Fields
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Mr. Pipps is available on eBay...as well as the rest of this week's offerings!
...no frisky Santa for this pixie!
(and is it just me or is she somehow reminiscent of Lori Petty in "Tank Girl"???)
Saturday, November 15, 2008
In Christmas Forest...

...softly floating above the snowy Christmas Forest trees~~a tiny star pixie...bright and aloft, just below the winter moon (he's for next week!!!).....



Tuesday, November 11, 2008
*Jolly Holly Snowman*

And now, to address an urgent "current event" here in the nest~~no, really, I simply cannot make another snow pixie!! By the time all of the orders were shipped last Christmas I was having p.t.s.d. nightmares about mean little pixies whacking things with candy canes...as well as an astounding amount of glitter on and around my personage. I just can't, I'm so sorry! but...here's what I'm thinking...maybe a "woodland collection", all from wool felt with wee embroidery details? Mushrooms and acorns, pine cones and birds...tiny nests all frosted with---DARN! there we go with the glitter again...(sigh) I'll start this eve' and post the collection within the next few days...
I'm off to the winter forest--
until next time,
blessings,
meg
PS--if my pictures are "twacked", i do apologize--they weren't when i hit "publish post"...does this happen to you????
Thursday, November 6, 2008
hope won


blessings,
meg
ps--i may need an invite to holiday dinner. :)
Saturday, November 1, 2008
VOTE!!
snopes.com: Why Women Should Vote
(And, there's an excellent article from About.com, on the "Brutal Treatment of Women Suffragists at Occoquan Workhouse".)
"This is the story of our grandmothers and great-grandmothers; they lived only 90 years ago.
Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.
The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote.
And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden’s blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of “obstructing sidewalk traffic.”
They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head, and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.
They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed, and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting, and kicking the women.
Thus unfolded the “Night of Terror” on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson’s White House for the right to vote.
For weeks, the women’s only water came from an open pail. Their food — all of it colorless slop — was infested with worms.
http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/suffrage/nwp/prisoners.pdf
When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat, and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.
So, refresh my memory. Some women won’t vote this year because — why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work?
Our vote doesn’t matter? It’s raining?
Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO’s new movie Iron Jawed Angels. It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.
All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient.
My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women’s history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. She was — with herself. “One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie,” she said. “What would those women think of the way I use, or don’t use, my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.” The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her “all over again.”
HBO released the movie on video and DVD. I wish all history, social studies, and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum. I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn’t our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order.
It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn’t make her crazy.
The doctor admonished the men: “Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.”
Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know.
We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. "
Connie Schultz
(hopefully i have quoted intact, etc. ...this is what i dug up from other blogs and snopes--my apologies if anything is incorrect, mis-quoted, etc.)
I confess, my voting habits were a titch whimsical until the infamous Bush/Gore election. And even after 9-11, when our leaders were "deliberating" the Iraq invasion (though we were already in Afghanistan, where Osama oft' resides...)--even after all of the spin and all of the tragedy, as a working mama, and then a pregnant work-at-home-mom, life grew very busy and the wonderful chaos of children and family drowned out the tremendous action the United States was taking. I can't remember when I "woke up"--I know I had "Inspections Work" posters in my admin. assist. office...but at some point my concern and passion faded. I'm a mom. That's my very first job--but I have to remember that being informed and voting my conscience, sorting through the spin and carefully harvesting the facts, VOTING, is one of the most important things I can do for my girls. There's a dialogue in our home, and Chloe asks questions now--and not just Joe and I...she asks her grandparents too. And that's a wonderful thing--though she was a bit miffed that, at 7 years old, she will not be able to vote!
Since 2000, there's been only one state election I did not vote in--my mom and i went through the ballot, and knew we would precisely cancel each other out on every candidate, and every issue! Though i did torment her with "i voted" calls the rest of the evening... :)
Anywho. Get out there. Go do it. If your willing to sacrifice your own "voice", please consider the kiddos...our decisions now will impact them forever, on every issue, every front. And, if you must write Ron Paul in, I do understand--it's too bad that fella didn't go farther.
"Snopes" your inbox, watch both news channels, go to wiki (you can read a TON of speeches there!!!...it's always interesting to see what the candidates have to say when it's NOT an election year!)...you've got allll weekend to research. Be informed and GO VOTE!!
See ya at the polls~~
and blessings,
meg