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Nikki's Crossed Stitches

Sunday, September 2, 2012

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Oh heaven preserve us from a wife
with fancy work run wild.
With hands that never do aught else
for husband or for child.
Our clothes are rent, our bills unpaid,
our house is in disorder,
and all because my lady wife has taken to embroider

"There is no occupation so essentially feminine, at the same time so truly ladylike, as needlework in every branch, from the plain, useful sewing that keeps household and person neat and orderly, to the exquisite, dainty fancy work that adds beauty to every room." Annie S. Frost The Guide to Needlework 1877

"Take your needle, my child, and work at your pattern--it will come out a rose by and by. Life is like that...one stitch at a time, taken patiently." ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes

Followers

A fair little girl sat under a tree,
Sewing as long as her eyes could see;
Then smoothed her work and folded it right,
And said, "Dear work, good night, good night!"

“Great peace is found in little busy-ness” Chaucer 1340-1400

"She seeketh wool and flax and worketh willingly with her hands" Proverbs 31:13

All my scattering moments are taken up with my needle. ~Ellen Birdseye Wheaton, 1851

I cannot count my day complete
'Til needle, thread and fabric meet.
~Author Unknown

Books I have enjoyed lately

The Help
The Red Tent
Memoirs of a Geisha
The Stand
Gone With The Wind
Sarah's Key
The Hypnotist
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas
House Rules
Legend
Nights in Rodanthe
The Lovely Bones
Mystic River
Into The Wilderness series
To Kill a Mockingbird
The Passage
Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
it’s loveliness increases;
it will never pass into nothingness;
but still keep a bower quiet for us.”
John Keats 1795-1821