tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27616177777399960152024-02-06T19:08:59.803-08:00The Snow Queen's GardenThe Snow Queen's Gardenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13372791460092906036noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761617777739996015.post-76939357174197668772013-02-20T04:46:00.002-08:002013-02-20T04:46:26.485-08:00And that's another Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Snow Queen's Gardenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13372791460092906036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761617777739996015.post-51815043368698035842013-02-10T04:50:00.000-08:002013-02-10T04:50:43.442-08:00Time for a Good IdeaThere is a certain something in the timing of good ideas. <br />
For some reason, the best ones always seem to arrive just as you drift off to sleep... Earth shattering ones, that can stop global warming, cure cancer and make the World a better place. Okay, maybe not that big... For me, it's a new way of doing a stitch, a design I've never thought of before and it always looks great.<br />
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Some people keep a pen and notepad by their bed, leap up and get down the outline of "the Great Idea". My great ideas seem to be scared off by the sudden flash of electrical intervention. "Course, it could also be the husband's colossal sigh and pillow thrown in my general direct. Apparently Leonardo Da Vinci would sit with a metal ball between his knees, a metal plate between his feet. As he wandered off to the Land of Nod, the ball would drop, the plate would clang and Leonardo would write down his Great Idea. Possibly even less condusive to long term marital bliss.<br />
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Hot weather this summer has played havoc with my apple crop. Add to that some nasty windy days, and the number of windfall apples has been enormous. They are too immature to eat and jam, but fantastic for making into jelly. It is a fussy process and can be time consuming, but really worth it. One of the biggest challenges can be finding enough jars to store all the yummy jelly in. Most of my jars have been recycled from previous jams, bought over the years, jars scrounged from friends and family or calls put out at school. Truth be told, I am always a little envious of the whole lovely matching Italian jar sets, but it doesn't sit well with my ethos of treading lighter. Reuse, recycle.. my Nana would have liked that. Apologies, I digress.<br />
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My jars are all lined up on the bench, cooling, setting and popping away as the lids seal and the idea comes..... of a lovely young woman hiding pieces of her heart away in a variety of mismatched jars. Over the years, she seals more away until she is left looking down at the final sliver.... This is what she looked like<br />
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<br /><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">High in the mountains, where the snow lingers even in the warmest months, lived a lovely young woman, named Liesel. Both her parents had been lost when Liesel was but a child and she had been raised by an aunt. The Aunt was a dry and brittle woman, with a heart as twisted as the roots of an old pine tree. Every day she told the young girl, "Hide your heart away. Keep it to yourself. Once it's give, it's gone for good". And Liesel did just that, hiding a piece of her heart away anytime she felt it stir or quicken.<br /><br />Now, you must know dear reader, Leisel was a kind, sweet girl with a ready smile and laughter on her lips. This caught the eye of a newcomer to the village, a young carpenter by the name of Joseph. Days passed and Leisel remaind aloof of his attentions, secretly storing pieces of her heart away from this wonderful man. <br /><br />It came to pass, one bright summer's morning, that Liesel stood in the kitchen - alone with the remaining piece of her heart. On the shelves, imprisoned within their jars, her divided heart rattled with agitation. Before Leisel could seal the last piece, a knock sounded at her door. There stood Joseph, clutching a garden of wildflowers in his trembling hands. "You make me happy," he smiled earnestly, "and I could make you happy"<br /><br />Leisel heard the shattering of hundreds of glass jars behind her and a rush of wind. All the pieces of her heart had broken free, pushing her into Joseph's arms. Where she stayed for the rest of her days. Happily. Ever. After</span></div>
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The Snow Queen's Gardenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13372791460092906036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761617777739996015.post-50206741134107539852012-10-31T06:25:00.001-07:002012-10-31T06:25:47.005-07:00Jingling Away in the GardenIt's always tricky at the start of each year planning for the next 12 months ahead. Not only is there the challenge of new designs to create, but deciding which markets best fit around family life, and all it entails. Whatever happens, it always seems that my ambitions outweigh my abilities. Let's be honest... or more to the point, be honest with myself, there are only so many hours in the day to handcut, handstitch and make these little goodies. But sometimes, the ideas flow faster than leaves on water and it's all I can do to stand in the middle of the torrent and grab one or two. <br />
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The Snow Queen's Gardenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13372791460092906036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761617777739996015.post-17146294021389150032012-07-29T04:21:00.001-07:002012-07-29T04:22:02.609-07:00Last Giveaway Winner!And the winner for the final "Christmas in July" giveaway is........<br />
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Firstly, WELCOME to the two new lovely ladies joining the blogsite. Still getting my style together, and keeping a close on on Jane from <a href="http://www.lifeonplanetbaby.com/">http://www.lifeonplanetbaby.com/</a> and Sarah from <a href="http://mollysmaison.blogspot.com.au/">http://mollysmaison.blogspot.com.au/</a> for blogging tips.</div>
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A lovely little matryoshka maiden in pale lilac. She is made with Eco Felt (from post consumer plastic bottles) and completely hand stitched. </div>
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She is about 6.5cm tall and 5cm across the widest point. On the back, she is mounted with a silver brooch pin and bail - so you can wear her as a necklace or a brooch. All you need to do is slip her on your favourite chain, thread a ribbon through the bail, pin her to a ribbon...... leave it to your imagination. She comes mounted on a recycled, handstamped card backing and is the <span style="color: #38761d;">LAST </span><span style="color: black;">one of this series I plan to do!</span></div>
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Must be all the solar flare activity, because I keep seeing the world around me in whole new ways. Suddenly it makes perfect sense to turn that raindrop into a piece of embroidery, or the clouds part at the right moment to reveal a perfect moon that seems to be weeping silver tears. Dandelions in the lawn are no longer weeds, but chime the last hours of summer that has been .<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">As a child, my grandmother insisted I learn about my Russian heritage. She herself, a native born of St Petersburg, tried valiantly to teach me the language and the culture. Being a somewhat stubborn child, I resisted the urging except for Easter time. It's a pretty big event on the Russian Orthodox calender and there was chocolate on the line. Eventually she gave up and presented me with Russian Folklore and Fairy Tale books each Christmas. It was here I met the Snow Maiden.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The first variation of the Snow Maiden story has a childless couple make a little maid out of snow. She comes to life, but can only remain with them during winter. In some stories, she melts away forever. In others, she returns every winter. I like the second ending better.... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The second story is often called The Snow Princess as well as The Snow Maiden. She is the daughter of Father Frost and Mother Spring. As she ventures off into the mortal world, she is warned never to fall in love or she will die. During her wanderings, she meets a young shepherd and must choose. As she falls in love, her frozen heart melts and she becomes mortal.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Welcome to all you lovely folk who have just joined, possibly the slowest, blog. There will be some lovelies coming out soon. If you could see the state of my work desk, bits of felt, owls, birds.... a new girl, with a new face you have NEVER seen before.... Mandy - hooks on the way soon. Just found the wire I need, under a pile of felt, Sarah thanks for the lovely recent blog. Thank you Ms Tiff for the comment. And sweet dreams to you all. SQ x</div>The Snow Queen's Gardenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13372791460092906036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761617777739996015.post-66783874795646875352011-12-18T02:54:00.000-08:002011-12-18T02:54:39.147-08:00Shhhh - Don't wake the Doves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewIZxJ9ki9YfhIdGedfqJ8Zfm9GIeVDgii8sA-rE0yQM60XlmHmZ9MTyX3wzydYU83c8_GrRsswpjyAQejnFU34W0k5U6sTI7ypzSM9scv1gCqtByvqc0jI7X2r2HdC6GvK06lseo1Aw/s1600/market+11+dec+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewIZxJ9ki9YfhIdGedfqJ8Zfm9GIeVDgii8sA-rE0yQM60XlmHmZ9MTyX3wzydYU83c8_GrRsswpjyAQejnFU34W0k5U6sTI7ypzSM9scv1gCqtByvqc0jI7X2r2HdC6GvK06lseo1Aw/s320/market+11+dec+013.JPG" width="213" /></a></div>The Snow Queen's Gardenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13372791460092906036noreply@blogger.com2