Winter is creeping closer. The bite of the air catches in my chest and casts my breath away.
A giant lake-effect snowstorm barreled through parts of New York this week and was all over the news. Everyone is wondering "Is this year going to be a freakishly harsh winter?"
I've been thinking of snow a lot. Like any other Massachusetts native, I long for the first falls of snow, and then wholeheartedly curse it come February.
A friend and I have decided to begin 'girls' crafting night' and we met up at her place last night for our maiden meet.
We decided to make cheerful holiday/seasonal door hangings instead of wreaths.
Supplies I Used for 'Snow' Owl Door Hanger:
Thin Birch slices (approximately 3" wide), with one tiny hole drilled near the top of each
Chalkboard Paint, 'Vanilla' Acrylic Paint for letters
Hot Glue-gun/glue
Various Mixed Media: Feathers, Odd bits of paper with old maps and script, remnants of an old sweater, loosely woven burlap ribbon, small brown leather scraps, vintage jingle bells, thin leather twine and a long shimmery gold translucent ribbon.
A giant lake-effect snowstorm barreled through parts of New York this week and was all over the news. Everyone is wondering "Is this year going to be a freakishly harsh winter?"
I've been thinking of snow a lot. Like any other Massachusetts native, I long for the first falls of snow, and then wholeheartedly curse it come February.
A friend and I have decided to begin 'girls' crafting night' and we met up at her place last night for our maiden meet.
We decided to make cheerful holiday/seasonal door hangings instead of wreaths.
Supplies I Used for 'Snow' Owl Door Hanger:
Thin Birch slices (approximately 3" wide), with one tiny hole drilled near the top of each
Chalkboard Paint, 'Vanilla' Acrylic Paint for letters
Hot Glue-gun/glue
Various Mixed Media: Feathers, Odd bits of paper with old maps and script, remnants of an old sweater, loosely woven burlap ribbon, small brown leather scraps, vintage jingle bells, thin leather twine and a long shimmery gold translucent ribbon.
It was a good feeling to craft with someone who also has a passion for creating things.
We hope to get more ladies together for these nights.
We hope to get more ladies together for these nights.
I could not wait to come home to replace the Halloween wreath on the apartment door!
To celebrate the coming winter, I want to share a word from one of my favorite poets:
Emily Dickinson, The Snow
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.
It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, --
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil
On stump and stack and stem, --
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, --
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.
Emily Dickinson, The Snow
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.
It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, --
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil
On stump and stack and stem, --
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, --
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.
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Happy Holidays to all this winter season. Stay warm!
Happy Crafting,
Beth Lippmann 11.21.14
Happy Holidays to all this winter season. Stay warm!
Happy Crafting,
Beth Lippmann 11.21.14