Saturday, December 31, 2011

New Year's Eve 2011

I took this picture this afternoon - it's the Lobelia that has been flowering since the early summer. It has been so mild here, the summer bedding is still flowering, and also some of my Scottish marigolds. And the fuchsias. Very odd. I've spent today finishing off the blanket I have been knitting squares for, still got the border to do but it's a long night! No photos yet, will take some in the morning and share them for the new year. I wish you all a happy and peaceful new year and may it bring you many happy days and moments of joy.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

More Trees

I used another sheet of those trees last night - I wanted a completely different look this time, more to do with time and the passing of time, and growing up. The light is a bit funny on the photo, but its plain, there's nothing else there. The text is from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran, the section about your children being the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself and how you can only ever hold their hearts for a little while, but never own them. I can't believe the photo was taken 20 years ago, wow, how time does pass! That little boy is pretty much as tall as a tree now, and his Granddad has long gone to the great orchestra in the sky, where he can hear the wind in the trees and see the starlight.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Death, and Life

In the dying moments of Christmas Eve, 2011, we received news of the birth of a new baby to our family. A new little boy born to my brother-in-law and his partner. Yesterday I went to a funeral - the father of a friend of mine. A couple of days before I met up with another friend who is surviving her first Christmas as a widow, and her children are learning to live without their father. Death is part of life. It is even more a part of life at Christmas time. Whatever we believe, we know that the baby that was born in a small place in Bethlehem would grow up to face a horrific death. It is all intertwined and we can't have one without the other. Somehow, I find that comforting, as I remember my dear dad at this time of year. To know that although death happens, there is also life, and birth, and new things, always and forever. There is light, always light. The light shone in the darkness and the darkness knew it not.
Have a peaceful Christmas with your loved ones xx

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Holly's up!

Christmas can begin now, I got the holly up over the pictures :D I also put a little over my nativity scene, with some ivy from the garden. Shopping is all done, bar one or two very small things which can be got easily. I drove round the car park twice today before I could find a spot, it's so busy. Not to mention the queues everywhere both people and cars. Anyway, all peaceful now, and I thought I would share this beautiful poem. I love that line 'haphazard by starlight' - what a wonderful image. It brings a bit of calm into an otherwise busy busy time. Enjoy :)
BC:AD by U.A.Fanthorpe

This was the moment when Before
Turned into After, and the future's
Uninvented timekeepers presented arms.

This was the moment when nothing
Happened. Only dull peace
Sprawled boringly over the earth.

This was the moment when even
energetic Romans
Could find nothing better to do
Than counting heads in remote

And this was the moment
When a few farm workers and three
Members of an obscure Persian sect
Walked haphazard by starlight straight
Into the kingdom of heaven.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Trees, lampposts and magic

Okay, so it's not Narnia, but when Jackie gave me these 'waste' sheets from some trees she was using at a workshop, that was one of the images that came to mind. Then I got a photo from a friend of a lamppost at some ad shoot she was at and I knew I just had to use it. It's up behind the top right hand tree, which are covered in silver stamped snowflakes, music and script. Then a couple of ballet photos from the Snow Queen and it's my perfect combination - snow, winter, trees, ballet and magic!

Monday, December 19, 2011

Christmas envelope album

Thanks Lou, for the inspiration for this, I've just spent a messy evening making the guts of it! I still need a few more tags but I've left it just now with stickles drying and will inspect it again in daylight. I really got in a muddle with some of it, but managed to sort it out without any glue disasters and by the time the photos are put in, hopefully the mistakes won't be visible!
This is the front cover and a couple of the pages, my camera battery is going and it's hard to get good photos in artificial light anyway so I'm sure in the morning it will all look quite different!

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Christmas Lights

Nothing to do with crafting yet, although I did get to do a little today, but it's too dark now to take a pic so I will do that tomorrow. These photos are from when Michael Bublé turned on the Christmas lights and unveiled the Brown Thomas windows. He was so lovely, he sang and charmed the crowd. The windows have a ballet theme this year and my daughter was lucky enough to be one of those members of INYB dancing Snowflakes on the red carpet outside the windows.
It was a very special evening, and for the girls it was even more special as Michael shook each of their hands and said 'Hi, I'm Michael' while they just gawped at him! He told them that they were beautiful and was thoroughly charmed by their dancing. What a lovely memory to have, and it was the start of the Christmas magic for me.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

I'm back!

wow, where on earth did all that time go, and to make it even worse, I haven't done a single bit of crafting in all those weeks. No wonder I've been feeling stressed and as if my head was about to explode. So I'm using one of Ewa's beautiful photos from the latest INYB production of The Nutcracker Suite and The Snow Queen. This is one of the reasons that I've been so busy, working backstage, and making some extra costumes and generally helping out. In this photo, Gerda has found Kai, but he is trapped in a cage made of icicles and she can't get him out. She starts to cry and her tears gradually melt the ice cage and free Kai. My own daughter is one of the tears, and each night their faces looked as if they were the personification of grief, which indeed they were supposed to be. It melted our hearts in the wings, and we ended up in tears with the emotion they all brought to the performance, not to mention Gerda herself, whose grief would break your heart completely. Ah, the magic of the theatre, nothing can beat it.
Holiday time now, and decorations coming out, cards being written and lots of time to play - I can't wait!