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More Favorite sites this week and SALES!

Roses, new A/C, reference letters, 2012 Taxes, finishing porch arbor, cutting new stuff, playing with Etsy, website and blog …

May Queen growing faster than we can build!

May Queen growing faster than we can build!

Oh and I met a lady in Town through Etsy that goes to Scotland a couple of times a year. I might have a coffee mate if we can clear our schedules enough to get together!Oh I do hope I found someone with the Gaelic to talk to me with out PAYING for it!

Her photography is amazing and her taste is well, like things I see and notice!

New Dawn "The bad girl" She spans a full 18 feet out now. Hope that arbor holds!

New Dawn "The bad girl" She spans a full 18 feet out now. Hope that arbor holds!

That’s my garden and I hope she wants to use it …Her stuff is AWESOME!

Check her out: http://www.etsy.com/shop/KClarkPhotography

I guess I have more LIFE than I can handle! It’s sort of neat and sort of scarey! How did I get here crosses my mind frequently. Then I remember. Right actions , sewing seeds… karma….

New Dawn Rambler Rose

 

 

Okay we have an awesome sale going on now at my favorite store!

Oh and I so needed some more picot edging for those little nickers!

Irish crocheted picot edging

Irish crocheted picot edging

 

Enjoy! The SALE LINK !

http://view.e-marthapullen.com/?j=febd11747d6d067b&m=fe9615707060037b77&ls=fdfe15717166017e7d177170&l=fecf1570776d077c&s=fe3d16737664047e751477&jb=ffcf14&ju=fe5f157072650375751c&r=0

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Utter Fail

What I was doing in the kitchen.

Well folks, believe it or not, I have been typing this blog in a blank square for over a year total time. No, I am not kidding. I have never had any type of  editing buttons and have been uploading pictures to the library on the dashboard the WHOLE time.

All I have ever had was a square in the middle of the page. My chest hurts and I’m a wee bit dizzy but…ya see….

I thought, because I’m a cheep-scape …, that you paid EXTRA for that little feature.

Uhmm, well. I was looking up something in the support pages and it said to click on the visual editor.

I DIDN”T HAVE ONE!

So I queried THAT and low and behold…

Hey did you know there is an entire toolbar with bullets and everything.

Well call me naked and slap my Momma. Who Knew?

OH -MY GOD… it is even suggesting tags for me…A little bizarre at first glance.

Electrician

Parkinson’s disease

HOBBIT…?

Put those all together and…never mind.

Ever have one of those days?

I worked on heirloom-ing little cloths all day and took some pictures when my eyes uncrossed and was going to up load…. Never mind.

For now, no more head shaking or planking…I’ll get to work on the blog this whole thing started as 2 hours ago….Later.

I'm going to bed, things are just not working out.

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Excellent problems, it’s all about perspectives

Posting bum, here. But… I have been designing and pattern making and fabric selecting, sewing, ironing and writing.

Ironing spilling over into the study!

I HAVE TOO MUCH LIFE!
What an excellent problem! It’s really a luxury problem now isn’t it?
I am so very blessed.

I look at these and think "Wow, thank god I don't have to spin & weave this stuff" like my ancestors just 4 generations back!

I look at these and think "Wow, thank god I don't have to spin & weave this stuff" like my ancestors just 4 generations back!

Spring is almost here and so is faire season. Pictures coming for that in about a week, is my guess. Selling off all my old stock for Faire and going through them all has been interesting. I have lot’s of memories in those boxes . I still have people I met back then in my life. It was a wondrous time to remember, being just 40 and newly married to my soul mate. Living just for the day and the time when he would get home. Uhmmm, memories!

Well, Faire cloths never change! They are historic replication and it’s just not possible to change history. They are timeless. You know…Good quality fabric lasts for years . I still have my original Chemise and my daughters origin chemise for then. Washed and softened so beautifully. Practical, practical, practical.

Gaffed chemise now called smocking

Designing for “fun and pretty”, is challenging for me. This is a time of growing for me in so many ways. A time of reflection and adaptation to the world around me at my age where it comes to just about anything, clothing or fashion in particular. We are all a collective of experiences now aren’t we?

I’m the kind of person that thinks you should only have to buy cloths and tires once and they should last. Never the mall shopping gal when young, I always went for the classics.

Oh there was a time when I went very fashionista back in the 1987 and then again in 1992. The cloths were such beautiful styles and cost enough to require credit (which I knew better than to DO), and then, I had to watch them dwindle away in my closest. I have 3 classic suites that Lady Iris Jean and myself shopped for back then, out of about 7 that we bought. I can STILL wear them and get comments on them.

Classic wool suit now 25 years old

I don’t know if the “classics lean”, came from Lady Iris Jean or my practical Taurus personality. But it’s there and I am glad. So is my husband. I think his experience with paying shopping bills of his ex’s left him quiet relieved when he met me and noticed I had the old time tenants of :

1 – You get what you pay for and
2 – Quality over quantity always.
3 – Take care of your things and they last
4 – Be grateful for what has been given you and
5 – Pretty is as pretty does not as pretty wears

They sewed those cloths folks! That's 1952.

Mediating on it all I think it came from growing up with Grandmother Vi during the school breaks. No electricity, no air conditioner, hauling water and bathing in a trough in the kitchen or dressing room, lined up from cleanest child to dirtiest. Hmmm how about, using kerosene lamps and cleaning/trimming wicks and (my all time favorite) trekking to the outhouse in the middle of the night and removing the chickens so you could pee. My fathers side thought it atrocious. Mother was ashamed but WE thought it all great fun! Damned but KNOWBODY took a picture of the outhouse! What memories that brings!

I have only met one person in all my years that even talked about it all and had the same views. A 60 year old Colonel from Puerto Rico got deployed with me a couple a years ago. We had to live “rough” for 4 days, for several interesting reasons I shall not go into at this time. Our upbringing made us very “seasoned”. We both LOOKED rather delicate bu, we both of us ended up looking rather fantastic compared to our compatriots. Now this was in the 1960’s for me and him, not 1910 folks. The media magazine and movies are very glamorized. The statistics for 1942 in many rural areas of the USA show that only 15% had electricity or running house water.In the 1960’s it was still just 50%!

The camping rough is what the sporty folks do for a weekend or week at a time. Actually “living” that way…, well, it has a way of “growing you up” different. This man and I, who would never have been friends actually bonded. Shocking to say the least…. We were both operating and interacting in the old way. As only one raised in “it takes a village” theology can do.

Great Granmommy May at GM Vi's house

My dear hubby trained for his war and was left in swamps to survive for weeks, and weeks. He has a different seasoning. He left home at 14, and different “camping places” in the 1960’s and improvised hygiene in gas station bathrooms. It’s sort of the same type of planning and logistics to get all THAT done and get to work on time, now isn’t it. He is very proud of his “seasoning”. You have to have a work ethic, and some ingenuity and hudspa to live, survive and prosper like that. I think my favorite story he tells is of not having a car jack and rolling his truck up on a downed log to change a tire. I wouldn’t have though of that in a million years.

Color TV didn’t come to our home until 1972. Our 10 inch black and white was the family prize in 1968! And Grandmother not only did not have a phone until the late 1970’s but also didn’t have a color TV until the late 1980’s.

My mother made our cloths until I was 13 years old and she went to work. We got new cloths for birthdays, school and for Christmas. We got toys from relatives who lived in the city, or hand me down cloths and toys from neighbors.

An actual toy for a Birthday or Christmas? Why that just wouldn’t be practical now would it?

We got dolls and doll bed that mother and an uncle picked up from a second hand church bizarre and were repainted and re-clothed for Christmas when I was 5. When I was 6, I got a store bought Walking Betsy. She died 3 weeks later and I remember the discussion my parents had about the practicality of the money spent only to have my heart broken.

(Damned program says THOSE photo’s aren’t allowed due to a security risk? Well there had to be some computer issue now didn’t there!)

I remember how quiet is was at Grandmother’s house, and hearing Mrs Mackbeth coming over the cow catcher and down the road to knock on the door to tell us that Daddy had “rung up” at her house to check and make sure we had made it safely. The only sound we heard was what I thought was thunder for years. laying in be one night, hot with the cool night air billowing the curtains I again saw the flashes and the rumbles. It rolled over and asked Grandmother Vi why it rained every night at her house. She became very still, “Honey, that’s the boys at Fort Hood. It’s called artillery practice.” That was 10-15 miles east of her place, it was on the land that used to hold our family safe from 1858-1942. I remember her stillness. I understand now.

A REAL old problem, How to get the mule to keep moving to grind stuff!

I can’t really think of any place THAT quite since that time. Even when we pack it in or “biv-wack” in the wilderness, the sounds of the forest are so loud and are really all I hear. We only see maybe 3 people in a weeks time, and it’s not the same calm quiet like living far off on a farm even now.

120 miles in looking at a Million acres of Peace

We lived on a farm when we got married surrounded by goats, cows, chickens and lots of horses and cats and dogs. It was a huge place, with 3 houses full of people who worked the place. There were hired folks coming in by the droves to work, vets to check animals, sales folk to sell stuff…. Late at night, it was quiet but never during any day of the week or on the weekend.

Oh did I mention wild Turkeys outside the windows?

No, that quiet is gone. I think the only place that I have seen it written about or described is in the book Harder than Hardscrabble: Oral Recollections of the Farming Life from the Edge of the Texas Hill Country (Clifton and Shirley Caldwell Texas Heritage Series)

I read it because my family is in it, including pictures. But there is a place in it were it talks about the lose of actual sounds. Ahhh, Sounds that will never be heard again. I think that quiet sound I am talking about is like that what he describes,… things change. Lady Iris Jean grew up hearing a trendle sewing machine at work. I grew up with the sound of a Singer buzz. My little work shop has the hammer sound of a serger or the hum of a fancy German piece of work!

All that's left of the trendle machine

A hum or a hammer, depends on what I want to do! Luxury problem.

Yes, we have luxury problems these days. Problems like, the dogs are in our yard pooing again and eating the daisies, and the cable company is thinking of not carrying our favorite station…. OMG well THAT just needs a petition!.

Or my cell phone wont’ hold a charge, I’m going down to that phone store right now and making them fix this or else! Or how about we forgot to pick up batteries for the remote control and one of us must get up, walk to the TV and change the channel! Urgh, it’s just AWFUL and we are so put upon!

No, seasoned folks don’t think that way ….much. We laugh, find another way, don’t plant daisies in the front yard, put in a movie instead, and have a cup of tea with the water from the microwave! Ha! Never daunted much, I just pick up a piece of hand work or a pad and paper and get busy.

Pink 1930s sketch

Butterfly pocket hand work

New modren meets Old Battenburg! now how to incorporate that , what an excellent diversion!

I am a bit lazy compared to the last 5 years of go-go-go, but I am enjoying it. It is hard to slow back down without coming to a complete stop. It is an adjustment that I am sure my soul has needed. And it means change in pretty much all areas. To somehow piece my practical side into a whimsical side just for the fun of something is…
Uncomfortable. Oh, poor me!

Yes, life and luxury problems are remarkable and our current perceptions are astounding. So much LIFE! So many options, and not enough time in a day to write a blog about it all. How silly.

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I’m Calling Momma!

Creating something with a life of it’s own.
It is not a new concept.
Women do it all the time.
We learn from our Mom’s, long after they are gone EXACTLY what that is like and that it does NOT take 9 months…it takes a lifetime!

The parallels with giving birth and creating are just too cliche. But honestly, I’m at the point in the gestation that I am writing in my SLEEP. Anyone remember being 9 months pregnant, unable to breath, or get comfortable. Then dozing off to sleep only to come awake as they decide to wake up and play and are jumping up and down on your bladder?

The Lil' Lady Iris Jeans' eyes

Yeah it’s like that.I awaken mid-sentence composing.

So I took one look at it all this morning and decided I needed to LAUGH about it all for a while.

Somehow I found myself on the AARP site.
I found a list of things to do and NOT do, after age 50.

What a hoot. My husband starting getting membership forms at age 50. He breathlessly waits 2 weeks from now, when he can get the Seniors deal at i-Hop (now age 55 to qualify).

I have not laughed THAT hard in months.

I mean really…it never dawned on me that,…
there is an age limit for using the word “tinkle”!
Bahahahahah!

Here’s the link to one of them. Of course I can’t figure out how to get there directly! This adventure of electronic devises is the point of this blog remember?

http://www.aarp.org/entertainment/books/info-03-2011/slang-we-should-drop.1.html

But, going on, One list had this one in it:

“try to master something you are afraid of but won’t kill you”

I think they were talking about skydiving or something.

So I started thinking about what I haven’t done. Self, always full of fascinating help says, ” … Uhmmm … finish the BOOK!”

No-no-no self,…..What other stuff did I think I couldn’t do. Stuff that was too terrifying to even comprehend. I think that things, placed in perspective against another experience helps me compare how bad it really might be(my brain always says “it’s the end of the world”.) There are a million things on my list of things I have survived now BUT…. this one train of thought was interesting and they always involved my mother:

Little terror at 6 months with Paw

Giving birth terrified me, but didn’t kill me.1 hour after finding the little pink X in September,I called Mom
“On a scale of 1-10, how bad is this going to hurt?”
What?
Giving birth?
Honey, when are you due?
July, 9 months.
Good god child! WHAT DAY ARE YOU IN!

Marrying my soul mate terrified me;
Mom I’m terrified, I can’t marry him.
Why?
Because it will be wonderful and then he will die and it will hurt too bad.
Really? I would ask you what day you are in but for grins I’ll just start with what decade?

Now you can see WHY I only plan until Friday, huh?

This is going to kill me...but 1st... I will cherish it

Anyway…..

Raising a TEEN AGE GIRL terrified me but didn’t kill me.

I just thought I WAS dying. It frequently crossed my mind that, one of us was going to have to GO …..Ever utter these words or, had them uttered to you:

“I brought you into this world, and I can take you out!”

Uhmmmm, yeah. Heard ‘um and said ‘um.

Her therapist (1995) said, “that probably wasn’t helping the situation.” But let’s face it, very little will HELP a nutso teenager other than continued physical presence in their life and constant communication. At least we were speaking.

I remember thinking. “Well it’s helping ME to NOT kill her. As long as she is sucking air there is still hope.Then,…Note to self: Call your mother to thank her for not ending your life… And apologize profusely for all harm caused by raging hormones, along with every hair-brained thing I ever did.” I made that call so many times. Sometimes I would call to tell her the curse of “10 just like you” wrapped up in one little body, was NOT funny anymore and could she PLEASE take it BACK?!

Lady Jean goofing (can I say that?)

Mom is cackling with all her heart at all the stories she left to be told!
“But MOMMA!, writing the Lil Lady Iris Jean Books and projects is…terrifying and it might kill me!

Mom, self is BOTHERING ME!

Example of nasty negative absolutes SELF chants at times:
This will NEVER work
this ALWAYS happens,
this is just RUINED and should be burned, or
EVERYBODY thinks your crazy and NOBODY is going to look at this much less read it

I decided I NEEDED to know more about writing so I (of COURSE), got another book. Said book states

“don’t proof read, do not even get tempted to do so, don’t do it…. just GO and keep going.”

I now have 6 folders to proofread. Now I need to make room in the schedule to proofread? Geeze, Louis!

I laughed and I got real still this morning and…

Mom says,
“It will all turn out as it should be. Always has, always will…”.

Even when I think in nasty negative absolutes, she’s always right… always was.

And lets face it. I never could tell a “good” situation” from a “bad one”.

Ya see this?

My child scaring me to death AGAIN

She turned out so beautiful, joined the few female patrolling Marines.
(I thought I would die, again)
and now has a daughter of her own and another on the way.
(These babies are the REASON for Lil’ Lady Iris Jean ).

My 2 greatest fears. So what do I know?


She is strong. Oh so strong of character,she glows from those eyes so like my mothers. She is creative, loving and still learning herself. Simply an amazing women.

And.. THE best part is…

She calls to apologize, FREQUENTLY.
And he isn’t dead YET!

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We are off to see the wizard or an internet techoNO day

Inspirations abound for me.
1860-1940’s fascinate me. The history of the lives of my genealogy lines and what they wore and what they did…oh, just scrum-dilly-um-shish for me and my creativity.

Lady Iris Jean and her family were from an Era only in memory now.
The sewing manuals From my grandmothers with chapters on trousseau preparation, fine linens for a well to do home, fabric choices and care etc…Ohhh to be off this thing and sewing!

Grandmother Viola's Sewing book

I still think I’m Martha Pullens long lost daughter. Like on a soap, whisked away and she never knew about me. Someday I MIGHT be able to afford her reproduction of her family sewing and heirlooms book. For now it’s still up in the $98 range USED…. New you can forget about it.

So I will just go with my passions and design away. Check out some of my posts on the old ways and designing as well as my battle with techNO nightmares. This AM before the sun came up, Rosetta stone kicked me off their live tutor session when my mic driver decided to take that opportunity to totally disappear!

Un daunted I proceed …

Blammo, well not blammo ….more like… the sound of screeching breaks at 3 am with an adolescent at the wheel,right before it hit’s a telephone pole and power to the entire subdivision goes out… BUT …

It’s happening!

Layers of lace!

I am posting new items in the store through the rest of the day. That’s right folks it’s a head on assault on this key board today. The words NO! are heard frequently (along with a barrage of comments about FiFi’s mother) from my little office. I never talk like this while I’m sewing!

I’m in the zone, Zen like. Time passes, literal hours and I look up and hubby is standing there grinning ready for supper. But I think I’ve put this off long enough. They really are breathtakingly beautiful.

So out of my safe hermitage, life awaits!

Uploaded the pics,went over soundness of construction like 20 times, sized them,check… Now to Package them and weigh the wee packages, … then onto descriptions, print off the books and then that long sot after “GO” button. Fb may or may not get done…I swear I’ve authorized that darn thing twice and it just asked me to do it AGAIN. Oh-NO Mr Bill comes to mind.(Any other old-timers out there or am I the only one here who FULLY understands what that sounds like?)

We ARE getting there! Hang on for the ride, I hope to miss the telephone pole !

Post script: Why can’t I post to the Fb store site? It says I can only post it on the Artist Logo site? telephone poll number one….

http://www.etsy.com/shop/mackenzieprince

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What’s up with the grief?

This site started as a sight for my mother when she passed away. It used to get a lot of hits so I thought I’d update the status on that.

Letting go of the loss of such a HUGE part of my life (my Mom) was and is so on my heart still. My beliefs are not “mainstream” and my personality certainly isn’t either. I didn’t really know her at all until around 1993. I only had 17 years with her which seemed very wrong and still does.

In the process of cleaning out her things, finding notes she wrote, remembering and re-reading emails, cards etc… A paradigm shift happened.
I seem to be finding an incredible amount of PEACE doing what I was and am doing.

I am sure there is some developmental or behavioral health theory that relates to it all – defines it. But all I can tell you is that it is working for me.

At 1st I was afraid that what she taught us and every person she met would be lost. Her memories that she hadn’t yet shared with her grandchildren, who are no where near an age that they even want to know much less CARE.
(Lets face it here, and I have been told this at work and by many younger friends: and I quote “You and your parents screwed up this world, why in the world do we want to KNOW or listen to you now!???” Sad but a reality in the year 2012. I got sort of tickled at a quote in an email a while back here it is)

Then I felt like I needed to fill her shoes as the family fell apart at the seams. Then about 4 months ago (1 year anniversary), I thought I would die myself from the grief of that month. Then, even so slowly, things started to shift.

“The world is too big for us, too much is going on, too many crimes, too
much violence and excitement. Try as you will, you get behind in the race
in spite of yourself. It’s a constant strain to keep pace. . . and still, you lose ground. Science empties its discoveries on you so fast that you
stagger beneath them in hopeless bewilderment. The political world is
news seen rapidly, you’re out of breath trying to keep pace with who’s in
and who’s out. Everything is high pressure. Human nature can’t endure
much more.
Atlantic Journal
June 16, 1883
Dave S

Now probably 1/2 the caaa-rap, that I get in emails is NOT real. I don’t KNOW that that was actually written in 1883 and really don’t have time to check it out BUT…

What a thought…. I recall my Mom talking like that, my grandparents….And I have CERTAINLY said “what’s the world coming to1?” more than a few times in the last 10 years not to mention in the last 19 months without her here to talk to!

Well.

After the initial year of overwhelming regret and temper tantrums about her “leaving me” (geeze, it sure is self-fish when you look at it). I rounded the corner with something like excitement, no it is and was excitement. She left me with mountains of information to record and research and put together. Mountains of more human experiences.

The outer stuff is more definitive….like….

My daughter ACTUALLY mentioned my impending demise. (No I’m not dieing that I know of) but THAT was a 1st ever and it happened a few days ago. I explained that I was writing as much and as often as I could about Mom…. That I wouldn’t leave her with questions about stuff if I could help it. I told her that if I don’t get it finished I would like her to continue. She wasn’t upset but happy and laughing that I was doing all this genealogy, family stories and pictures. She was thrilled we were able to get Mimi’s antiques, out of the “one that shall not be named” house, and that there are notes on them from MiMi and that I would do the same. She’s pushing 30 now. She looks at her daughter the way I look at her and the way that my mother looked at me….the way HER mother looked at her and Grandmother May looked at her daughters. The connection goes deep in this family

Have I let go of her? No I don’t think so. I don’t think I have at all. Folks kept screaming that I needed to LET GO. And I would scream NO NEVER!
Still haven’t. Going on with my life like I do when I loose a patient well…That just didn’t and doesn’t set right with me somehow. Each death that I helped someone go through (save one) has been peaceful for me. The love of the universe has another plan for them and it was okay and I was glad to be with them during those last moments.

That one died on my watch on MY birthday. I was not at her side. She had NO family of any kind and I have always thought that i failed her in some way. She was a kindly lady of 93. She died in her sleep alone and it still makes me sad, so I remember her just because SOMEBODY needs to! Maybe that’s why I feel that way about Mom. I just don’t know. What I do know is that the grief from October 2010 has morphed into a relationship with her memory. Interests and a joy at discovering those things deep inside me that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt SHE GAVE ME.

What I have done is hold her quite literally MORE dearly and closely in my heart and mind. I am old enough to realize that “Hero-izing” her is not very mature. I hate it when folks do that with ANY body’s memory. Mom was not a GOD. She was human with quirks and variations of the human “assets and limitations”. She was PERFECT just how she was made, warts and all. The way she could laugh about it all was unique and is so precious to me now. So how is it going now???

Well like this morning.. I felt that horrid awful hole in space and my heart soul and life. At 1st I thought “oh-God I’m depressed,”, then “Bull honkie honey you’ve felt this before remember…it’s the Mimi size hole?”

and then I think…”Hmmm, not that again, is it going to take me down again…
“No, not today, just for today ” Thanks Mom…
Then comes…
“Okay what am I going to do today to honor her?”

Somehow I am letting go more of my daughter, letting her make her own mistakes without getting hysterical. There is this knowing that she will always be with me as I am always with my mother and she with me. And I find Peace, maybe not joy, but at least peace.

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Like a small animal on linoleum but at least I’m moving!

I have been extremely busy, sort of like a cat on linoleum. I do get places, there is a whole lot of movement and activity going on I just haven’t posted anything so you can’t see it!

1st off the Book:
I have the forward completed and 3 completed chapters and 3 more in the works and about 40 chapters planned and titled. The ideas for the entire project are so very exciting I really wish this was the year 3000 or, I was Samantha Stevens (I used to wish that a lot when I was little).

Life is just too cool and there are just so many experiences! I also wish I had a whole lot of money to hire out the proofing, illustration and copy … but holy mother of FiFi, I was born under the poverty line and stretch daily to keep just above it. But oh well, more to experience right?
I am having fun fun fun! And ooohh so pleased with my Battenburg finished creation, even without the sash, that I can’t wait to out it up Friday!

Sandra Sue and the Battenburg lace confection

The Illustrations are too cool and I have acquired some computer apps which I thought would might make that part easier…hmmmm. yea. NOT!
Let’s face it guys, I’m just not computer literate and I can’t get the training wheels off that bike. It is exhausting and wastes so much time I could be writing, drawing, painting or sewing.

I was able to settle on a certain style for the eyes of the characters. Which just thrills me to death. Iris Jean had these eyes that were so cool in real life. My daughter has those eyes only magnified x10. I have been drawing those eyes a thousand different ways for 3 weeks! There are “EYEs everywhere in the house! The kitchen, dinning room, studios and even one bathroom! I’ve found the perfect perfect pair and they fit on each project so perfectly!

Which leads me to the dolls, Paper dolls, and kids projects.

The dolls!
OMG! That has been so much fun. As you know, I hand draft pretty much everything. Give me a picture of something and I WILL figure it out and come up with a pattern.

Now this is a secret, some folks think I’m a Genius but I am NOT… there is a reason I HAVE to do it that way……. I CAN NOT follow directions to save my life! BAHAHAHAHAH! Me and a friend laughed until we cried the other day.Here is a really good example!

I made 3 dolls. 1 yr old Baby Iris Jean and 3-5 year old Sandra Sue. I had a Doll pattern that I just loved the look of and thought I would give it a whirl and see which turned out better.

Well the 1st 2 went off without a hitch and got all but the faces/hair completed in about 2 days…all the while I was also messing with said pattern doll.

This pattern doll got her legs put on as follows:
1- Inside out correct placement of toes, so I tore that out and then….
2- Toes pointing backwards correct placement so I tore that out then….
3- Toes pointing next to her bottom backwards!

I gave up and will have to hand sew them on today. I will TRY…but every time I pick her up I can’t stop laughing at the REAL me that no one knows about! (ya know…I think I’ll name her Fifi!)

The Dresses:
Got 3 finished they will go up on Friday in the store. I am really really pleased with the style, fabrics and lace combinations not to mention the dreamy heirloom blue ribbons on the last one.

A major draw back to hand drafting and marking on fabric is every now and then the markers leave residual that will not come out. I have tried several different pen’s, pencils and chalks through the years and the most recommended water marker is what I draft with these days. The little apron sundress was going to be woven with ribbon trims but I found the draft mark had not come out! …

Drafting marks


I could get it out but it would take an entire day and I want to move on so I will sell this one at a discount as a “heirloom blank” with some ribbon and someone else can weave ribbon and decorate it.

The Labels got designed and printed and did not bleed during washing so YEAH! We have got a legit label going on them today.

I just hate uploading pictures (of course I do…it’s on a computer),
but I did get them done.

Mock up Baby Iris Jean

The Doll mock-ups have become my little models and are so cute! Not having my little granddaughter around is hard so I just picked the 1yr old up the other day, and gave a good “Squnch”!

What do ya think?

If you are not into Etsy I will upload to the Fb page for Lady iris Jean so check that out at Lady Iris Jean (Retail/shopping) sight
Or, Iris Jean personal site.! See ya round!

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