What To Do?

Hum, don't know where to go with this piece. Originally, I thought to embellish it once I quilted it--something I haven't really tried in the past. After I appliqued the light strips on, I had to let it sit to figure out how to quilt it. Now, I have no idea whether embellishments will work.



I've sewn on beads, I've taken off beads. I chose different coloured beads and sewed those on. And took them off. I kind of like the leaves, but my daughter thinks it takes away from the simplicity of the piece. Yeah, bummer. That's what I was afraid of. On to February and this can sit on my design wall for a while. Like Juanita said, maybe it will whisper to me. Instead of yelling like it did with a few of those bead choices.

Taking it Further

In that stage of wondering where to go next, I contemplated adding borders. I came home from work yesterday and Elizabeth had one of her school projects leaning against the table.



It was one of those ah ha moments. I'd seen the start of this and loved the hair. Elizabeth had never heard of Gibson Girl's, but this reminds me strongly of those images. I had to recreate it it fabric.



Now this I like. Of to quilt it and see how it looks complete. Hopefully two weeks is enough time to finish it!

Stage Two

Here is the second stage of the creation of someone I admire.



I've decided to amalgamate the photo of my mom and my daughter. I added colour using Shiva paintstiks, pastels and graphtint pencils. I placed it on my design wall, stepped back and thought to myself: "Good beginning, but I need to take it further." Hum, do you think I got it?

Taking It Further

The first challenge for Taking It Further was posted on Monday (January 1st down under). Unfortunately, Monday and Tuesday I spent in bed with a fever, so didn't see it until Wednesday. We are to do someone we admire. I've been pondering this one. Deeply. I realized I don't tend to admire people. Well, that isn't totally true. I admire a pair of shoes, the turn of a leg, the grace of certain individuals, but to grow up to want to be like someone?

There are only two people in my life that have had that kind of impact on me. One was my grandfather, the other was my mother. When I was young, I wanted nothing more than to grow up to be like my mother, now I barely remember what she was like.



The other person was my grandfather--a gentle man with a kind word for everyone, a ready smile and a warm heart. I think that is where my mother got those same attributes.



My grandmother was the fiesty one. Like me, we made up for small stature with fierce natures. I often wish I had turned out kind and soft-spoken like my mother, but I didn't.

I could also use my daughter, Elizabeth.



More than anyone in my life she has the best of both attributes. She is soft-spoken when she needs to be, but fierce as well. Already at 20, she has faced down the biggest scare of breast surgery and won. What a woman.

Now to chose which to do and how to do it!