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Finally

Pey's dragon is done! Shipped- mailed- sent - DONE! This one took me a while to figure out. My first head was huge - way too big to think about a body to fit. The second head was better, and I did finish the body. Then the wings, the scallops along the spine, the flames for the ears, nose and mouth. Next time, I will make the body more streamlined. The puppet application worked well and I like how the wings came out. I used "horsehair" stiffener in the ridges of the wings and crocheted around the edges to help the shaping.

I stuffed BeDraggled with poly-fill and then took out most of it. I left some in the head and along the back of the body to disguise the puppet aspect a bit.

BeDraggled is made with both knit and crochet, and the yarn I started with didn't match the yarn I ended with, exactly, but I still think it came out well in the end. I added two feet, but decided to let Pey's hands be the hands.

Can't wait to get pictures of the dragon in action!

Flight and Vision

Birds of Prey - I don't think of them as predators. I think of them as Fliers - with their gliding wings spread, riding thermals, going up and up, coasting down. I think of their incredible vision, their almost infinite ability to focus on tiny creatures far far away.
I connect to them in spiritual ways, how they were created to trust their wings, their instincts, their sight. How they are equipped for everything they need to complete their life tasks, how they soar through their lives never thinking about how or why - and yet they always seem to "know" everything.

I love how they look, love their sharp piercing talons and beaks.

And I love how they pose for me - just for me - because they know my ancestors revered them and honored them as I do.

Change

I suppose some people like change, maybe even enjoy it. Some of us hate it and fight it kicking and screaming, even when we know it is needed. I'm definitely in the latter category. Never enjoyed change much. I did like moving to Colorado, and I have enjoyed many of my multiple career changes.

I didn't much like moving back to Texas, though. When I left Texas, I bled lone stars and red/white/and blue. But after ten years in Colorado, I think I bleed gold circles surrounded by a red C on a field of blue and white. Texas will always be my country of origin, but I believe Colorado will always have a hold on my heart.

Leaving Colorado, I left a family that I dearly miss. While I think things are better for all of us this way, I never stop missing people and places there.

Looking back at things I feel a sense of sadness and loss, but I know time will heal many wounds. I hope it heals them all.

new baby Zoey

Zoey is my newest little baby to go to the Etsy shop. She is a little amigumuri zebra hand crocheted and hand beaded... I had a different name picked out, but she changed it as she was created. She just had to be Zoey and she just had to have a little blue flower because she loves flowers and especially forget-me-nots. Zoey has lots of personality and she can't wait to find a new home.

New and Fun Adventure

I opened my new Etsy shop and my menagerie has vanished! It is exciting and so much fun to "meet" people who love my little critters. I have jewelry in the shop too, and hope to get that to launch as well.

New adventures are scary and exciting at the same time. I suppose I put off opening this shop out of fear that it wouldn't "make it" so... this has been a big step for me. Now I face the pleasant dilemma of making more things to sell, because my inventory is down by 50%. That is a good thing!

My Favorite Quilter

This is me with my grandmother and the Sunbonnet Sue quilt she made for me. The fabrics are scraps from clothes I made in high school.