Tag Archives: counted cross-stitch

Tribal Connections.

              Yep, it’s definitely the shoes.  I wore my High Tops of Awesomeness today, and they carried me swiftly along.  Another adventure day, this time with new and wonderful folks. 

             You know which one is me, the one to the right (also Converse I believe) is Glynis, and the very sturdily shod black foot at the bottom of the picture is The Merry.  We met for the first time (in person) about half-way between where they are and where I am.               Mrs X says she is 5′ 7″ -does that look like about seven inches difference to you?  Lol, yeah me too.  She is making a thousand cranes to help with a friend’s healing.  We learned how to fold them, and I am going to help with the project.   (Daniel and Empress will be as well, they both just don’t know it yet.)              These are the ones we made while we talked today.  If anyone would like to assist, please let us know.  Her classes start back up again on Monday, so she’s gonna be a wee bit busy.

            And speaking of busy  hands.  I finished another subversive cross stitch last night.  This is one I charted myself.  I “borrowed” the center design from one of the old magazines I dug up in my quest for a better alphabet.   

             I wish I had more of this fabric, it’s called over-dyed, and the people who make it do the coloring process by hand.  Each one you buy is always different from the last.  This was a left-over scrap from some commission piece I did (probably ten years ago).  I also used the over-dyed threads I stitched the newer Chicken-y Hands tea towel with.   (And will have to do again, right Ally?)

             Foreign plates were rare on my drive, oddly enough I only saw two:  Minnesota and Colorado.  (We all know that I don’t count Washington and California any longer, too common to note each time.)

              In our tour around the card altar today we are back with The Celtic Shaman’s Pack.  As we humans are merely one of the world’s animals, I thought this one was very appropriate.  The category this guy falls into is called The Empowerers, again, how fitting.

“The Woodward  ~  The Lord of the Beasts  ~  Creatures

A glowing head arises from the depths surrounded by oak leaves and dragons.  In either hand he holds a stag by the hind legs.

The Lord of the Beasts commands the totem and power animals.  When he beats his club against the bole of the Great Tree, at whose foot he is often found, the magic beings in animal shape form a circle around him.  As the Woodward he is also the guardian of the ancient middle-world forest.  This is therefore a card for all who desire to work with the totems or who seek to enter the wood beneath the worlds to find their personal power.

(It is probable that The Lord of the Beasts, also known as the Greenman, is the oldest of all the Celtic deities, since the carvings of him have been discovered dating from preRoman times.)

Journey:  Travel to the foot of the Great Tree at the heart of the wood between the worlds.  There you will find the Lord of the Beasts, seated crosslegged with a cauldron before him and a club at his side.  Ask for guidance or for help in discovering your totem or power animals.  He can also tell you how better to work with the animals you already know accompany you on this path.  When he strikes the Tree watch to see what creature approaches.”

The Sun, The Moon, and The Stars.

   Picture, if you will, a barely 29-year-old stay-at-home mother of three children.  There I am, living in a decent little house with a lovely yard, devoted husband, and my babies (okay, so they were more like, a kindergartener, a toddler, and an infant).  I have everything I’ve ever wanted.  True, we have next-to-no money and I’m bordering on the brink of insanity, but for the most part, all is well.  Some other stuff is going on though: I’m hearing my dead grandmother calling my name, I’m seeing a walk-beside animal (gleaming golden eyes at the end of the bed), I’m smelling a barn fire from a previous life, I’m being visited in my dreams by a woman in a gray cloak (regularly visited), I’m hearing a ghost in our pantry.  But really, everything is fine.  Or maybe it’s not….  I wake up one morning convinced that I need to have a blue crescent moon tattooed in the middle of my forehead (this would be before I read The Mists of Avalon, well BEFORE).  Finally Daniel, in his ever-patient tone says, “you should maybe see someone.”  YA THINK?!

   He finds me a local psychic.  I attend seminars, take classes, and generally learn that the things I am experiencing all have labels, titles, and names.  Psychometry, spontaneous regressions, mediumship; glaring psychic abilities are spewing out of me.  Oh right, I’m not losing my mind, I’m a witch.

    (Side note here.  I spent nearly every summer from the age of 10 to almost 17 with my maternal grandparents.  He told me, “Julie-kins I love you so much.  Don’t be a fishwife.”  And she told me I was more special than I even realized (discussing, from the age of about 3, what a real witch was, and did, and saw, and heard), dragging me to temples, churches, spiritual book stores, missions, sacred sights across two states, and mystical shops of all varieties.  They lived in Hawaii and the year before I graduated from high school, he said that the business was failing, they’d have to move back to the mainland.  She promptly grew a brain tumour and died.  I shut down, one of the last conversations we had together was that I would die before I turned 30.)

  Now, here I was, coming to the last month of my 29th year.  I finally saw what was happening (with the help of Dan of course, who never once said I was crazy).  My grandmother had come back to remind me of my gifts, and my blessings.  I embraced these experiences, was thankful for my ancient genetic knowledge (and the new-found labels), and I allowed a part of me to pass away.  I had been angry at her for leaving me, but I had needed to acquire my little house, my beloved husband, and my brilliant children.  Now all I had to do was mark the occasion and begin this part of my life.  (And, I had NOT become a fishwife.)

   For my 30th birthday Daniel gave me

The Sun
The Moon
and The Stars

 

    Tomorrow: we Wave.

   Cross stitch update, I just got a catalog in the mail yesterday from The Stitchery.  It has some really good sales, and a new product (spoiler alert for tomorrow): The Great Wave Off Kanagawa pattern.

Our 39th Card, and A Bit About Handi-crafts.

    Yes I do teach counted cross stitch and needlepoint.  I also make special orders and commission pieces.  And I have learning disabilities, dyslexia and dyscalculia (and probably border-line Asperger’s).  When I was in school it was just called “being slow.”  Why would a person take up a craft that is based on counting when that person can barely count accurately?  Excellent question.  I have no answer.  I ended up finding these hobbies quite by accident, and they just stuck.  Now I teach them.  They are basically two of the simplest stitching techniques around.  In cross stitch the pattern is printed on a graph, each square representing a little X of two crossed stitches that you place on fabric, any even-weave will do.  Needlepoint is even easier, it’s pretty much just coloring with thread (or yard).  If you have a second-hand store close by, or run across one in your daily travels, pick up a kit for the cheapest price you see.  Does not matter what the picture is because this is only a tester, you are going to get the feel only.  Pick the ones someone has already started if you find those, they cost less than a dollar usually.  Just make sure the package has directions included.  Keep the instructions, and practice the stitching, then toss the mess you stitched and google around for something you actually want to make.  There are some really good companies that have on-line stores (with great sales).  Nordic Needle, ABC, Sampler Threads, DMC, Black Bird, Mill Hill, Herrschner’s, Prairie Schooler, even Ben Franklin Crafts, and Joann Fabrics.  If I had a great local shop here I would definitely vote with my dollar and buy that way.  There are now also some amazing and intricate designs out there, people who are making charts that are way past what the kits were when I started doing this over 26 years ago.  I’ve put a couple of pictures up here of a few examples, things I have done (and are posted other places on this blog, but you’ll have to do your own poking around, I’ve already lost this post once and am running out of hours tonight).  I’ve done pieces for the kids from Mystic Stitch, Scarlet Quince, and Heaven and Earth Designs.  The symbols on their charts are all done a bit differently, have to find what works the best for you.  Sadly, right now the only way I can teach these crafts is in person.  Kind of a hands-on deal.

When I was working on The Great Wave for Hanna.
Needlepoint I stitched for Bob and Cherie, he bought the canvas because the artist is one of his favorites, I just did the fill in.

Sisters of the Seasons ~ 17 ~ cycles of growth, natural flow, divine order.

   Drawing this card is a reminder that everything has a natural rhythm that obeys a higher law.  Just as the seasons magically pass, keep in mind that the nature of birth, growth, harvest, and decay cannot be altered.  Situations in our lives begin, mature, and end.  Recognizing these cycles and acknowledging this never-ending flow will assure our success.  Be mindful of which Sister greets us on our paths, for she is pointing directly at the next.

   This illustration has a disconnected feeling to me, doesn’t mesh as smoothly as I would have liked.  There are four Sisters in the scene.  Winter is in the sky, surrounded by snowflakes, holding her chin in her hands.  Spring is perched on a tree limb, playing a flute.  Autumn seems to be emerging from the tree trunk, clasping her hands in front of her.  And Summer is kneeling on the ground looking up at the others, with one arm down at her side, the other across her chest.  The message, I feel, is better than the representation of it.

One of the things I did this year.

  In June I started an enormous cross stitch piece for Empress.  It’s about fifty-something pages of charts for just one large picture.  I have completed three.  Pages.  (I also stitched a quilt for Hanny, made two wall hangings for Kirsteins, whipped up a couple of teeny tiny miniature pillows,  and finished about a 30 ugly displays for a shop.)  I don’t know how to link anything here in the text, so if you want to see what this pattern looks like you will have to go over and see Meredith’s website Scarlet Quince, I’m in the Gallery now.  (There is a connecting link on your right, where you can go to other people’s places, right….. over….. there…..)

    Oh, and Happy New Year too.  (Lynne and Kristin, thanks!  Hoping yours is festive and lovely as well.)

A Spring update.

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