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
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.
We hope to get more ladies together for these nights.
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.
Happy Holidays to all this winter season. Stay warm!
Beth Lippmann 11.21.14