I came back to needlepoint in 2021, and wrote about it previously here. At that time, I made many small pieces into collecting boxes, which I built by hand from book board and various hand-dyed cotton and velvet and other fabrics; some are still available at my store nevermindtheart. Since then I stitched several more, but instead of making more boxes, I've recently framed them in cloth as wall hangings, reminiscent of hanging scrolls, with wooden dowels at each end, decorative metal upholstery tack end caps and a ribbon from which to hang them. All are my original designs, all made by me, and now available in my store.
The cooing of the mourning dove can be soothing, a reminder to breathe deeply, and to watch the sky. Startle the doves and they flutter away, their wings chittering like the shuffling of cards. I stitched this little needlepoint of a feather I found, to remind us to look for the doves high up.
Jays are members of the corvid family, corvidae, which also includes crows and ravens, accounting for their sly and clever behaviors. I stitched this little needlepoint of a feather I found, which reminds us to watch the birds and their surroundings closely.
The sound of rat-a-tat, the light drumming causes me to scan the trees and telephones. Where is the woodpecker? I can hear the bird first, before I can see it. I stitched this little needlepoint of a feather I found, reminding us to keep our ears open, and our senses aware.
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