Newest Doll design! Winter Heidi! #093

Pattern coming soon! Winter Heidi pattern will be available half price during my Raverly group WE MAKE DOLLS KAL that will begin in the next couple weeks.

Newest Doll design

Drusilla and Raven

KAL going on right now on We make dolls on Raverly 

Poem I wrote about Spring

I need the smell of rotten twigs and wood chips burning free

I need the hint of trees on wind and leaves blowing in the breeze

I need the sound of birds chirping, their song heard so long ago

And the crack of a twig on a dirt brown soil

Waiting to turn green

The sprout of grass on a yellowed canvas the smell of summer song

The hint of fire, burning bright

The smell of all life's arrival

Bring forth to me the summer's breeze

Early in the spring's showers

I take with me the breath of life

And bring with me desire

The bird may chirp

My head looks up

And in that moment sun, I feel the heat and feel the life

Of spring ever sprung.

Poem about working hard for what you want and yet it being still out of reach

All My Timing

All my timing

Has been slightly off

All my planning

Has been a big laugh

I close my eyes and I see things

The way I wish had been

The times spent working away

And I hold my breath and continue every day

Only to be faced with distress

All my timing

Has been slightly off

All my planning

has been a big laugh

Working hard- I should have played

All my effort

spill milk on the floor

All my hard work

thrown out the door

Don’t listen to the bull that’s on display

All my timing

Has been slightly off

All my planning

has been a big laugh

Put one foot out the door

Hold my head up a little higher

Go trudging through the lie

Once again

Can’t deal with defeat

Wasn’t born to not complete

Keep believing with work

I’ll get the prize

Even though

All my timing

Has been slightly off

All my planning

has been a big laugh

Maybe one day

It will show

All my effort

Not the woes

And working hard won’t be a mistake

But for now I don’t know

Guess I have to see it through

Because I don’t know how to do it

any other way

I hope my timing

Will finally be on

I hope my planning

Bringing the fruit I long.

Deena Thomson

New Leaf poncho for neice of Friend

Girl child had a lot of compliments on her blue poncho I finished back in April and a friend asked if I could make her one for her neice. So I did but I don't like to do the same thing twice.

This time I took this pattern called Cables and Lace Afghan Square #7 and the leaf vines from Cables and Leafs pattern here. 

I cast on 112 stitches with worsted yarn and US 7 4.5mm circular needles placing stitch markers between the Cables and Lace Afghan pattern and the leaf vines from Cable and Leafs. The leaf vine is the middle section.

This time I did not do two pieces and then sew them together later since I wanted it to be asymmetrical like I did my blue one- for memory here is the blue Leaf poncho I finished in April

I knitted the piece flat until it was 60 inches long, folded it in half and left 12 inches again for the neck.

For the ruffles I did the same as the blue poncho - along bottom of poncho with crochet hook I did (2dc, chain 1, 2dc, chain 1, sc in second stitch, chain 1) repeat all the way around.

For the Collar 

Round 1- single crocheted around the opening of the neck

Round 2- single crochet through back loop

Then go to ridge created from sc in back loop and (2dc, chain 1, 2dc, chain 1, sc in second stitch, chain one) repeat. This creates a ruffled collar but won't touch the neck and lays nice and flat.

I think I am addicted to ponchos. Now I am making myself one - A pattern called Madison by Martin Storey. Stay tune for updates!

Hypocrisy

Hypocrisy

In a world of never ending happiness
Told deep in every lies
I heard the old man hollering
To the flowers that have died

He told them of their stories
Of hate and those unloved
Simplifying anger just to make a point

Can you see the trees and how they are the same?
Some are covered in orange leaves and some are covered in rain

Can you see the grass beneath the trees?
And the texture of their blade
All this anger built up
Yet the wind still makes them sway

Butterflies take to the sky
In all their different shapes and sizes
Singing songs of laughter and other songs of disaster

Up fly the moths with their grey colour cloths sings similar songs about their lot
Which one of them is the wiser? Which one is not?

Oh please, old man who speaks
Tell me what is true?
Why is passion and opinions always hiding behind dispute?

Can it be from what you see?
Everyone needs a victory
Regardless of the message, regardless of the Hypocrisy

Old man sits down on a rock
Holds his hands out to the Sun and the clock
Simplifying matters is as foolish as it is not
He sighs at the coming rain and the pebbles glistening in the stream
Whispers words to the Northern skies of hope forever lost

It is true, the flowers of blue
There will never be an end
Not when one and the other will not see they are the same.

He lays down his weary head and turns away from sight
Wonder what will become of those silly flowers that died.
~Deena Thomson~

The View Outside

The View Outside

I look out this window

At the great big world out there

And I really have to wonder

Is there anyone left who cares

The years of life keep passing, each day and each year

And with it, I can’t help it

Is this growing, knowing despair

Can it really be, this ugly?

Is there no kindness anywhere?

Is mankind always hateful, no matter who we are?

Can this be? This reality?

Humanity crashing down on its knees

Over zealots people overjoyed by other’s dark deeds

I sit back from the window with my heart beating low

Darkness all around me chills me to the bone

I wonder where’s the happiness gone and if it was ever there

And I shutter by the coldness of all that hate steals

Can it be? This reality?

Humanity crashing down on its knees

Hopeless, hateful people

Saturating every once of air we breathe.

A small hand reaches up from the darkness

Holds a necklace made of weeds

Here’s a dandelion promise

That I will be good and work hard to be kind

Don’t let the darkness suck you up

Don’t let the hate win

Take my hand Mommy,

We have to try again

It can’t be? This reality?

Not all humanity is on their knees

Hopeful, loving people are still trying to breath

Stand up

Close the window

Hold the hand of the Jeweler

I can’t stop the hateful

But I can change my view for his future

~Deena Thomson~