With A Verse From My Favorite Poem

Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

-Robert Frost

A few years ago I embroidered a throw with a verse appropriate for this time of year, to display at the foot of the bed in our guest bedroom.

I just used a pen to write out the verse directly on the throw.

And then, I hand stitched over the ink using a darker colored embroidery thread.



The throw I used was a Martha Stewart fleece throw in a neutral color that already had a nice edging to it.

I decided to make another one this year that is perfect to curl up on the recliner with.

Except this year, I just used a Sharpie!

With A Little Help From My Friends

The saga of my Thanksgiving preparations continues . . . Armed with inside information from Pink Porches latest post, I decided to add some art to my Great Grandmother's chairs.

This may be a good time to tell you I was also armed with a large bottle of Extra Dry inspiration . . but I was sharing it with a friend. . . a very artistic friend.

Problems ensued, but my friend (we'll call her Diane) whose ideas flowed as freely as the champagne, came up with a solution to my very first dilemma. I quickly learned that the wood in the chair and the ballpoint pen had issues with each other. The wood was playing hard to get and the ballpoint pen wasn't trying hard enough. In others words . . . there were no words showing up on the chair as planned. That's when Diane asked if I had any carbon paper.

Pure genius, that Diane!

I finished the transfer with the carbon paper and then it was time to choose my weapon. So you think you can paint?

Diane noticed I was having a little problem with my hand eye coordination.

Did I mention she was a genius?

Yep, with champagne and a sharpie you can solve anything.

Except

maybe an empty bottle!