|'he sings his song|
the long night long
she never knows
how much he glows
because of her, because of her
|'a tragic love story, or is it?|
the birds strut their stuff and wag their tails at each other...forgetting there is a mountain between them, so neither one can see the other....what a shame! their hearts aflutter with longing....but then, hurtling through the skies a small box full of Jude's black&white magic, trailing threads of potential....who knows where those threads might lead.......'
|'it was hot outside, very very hot|
I wanted to sew so badly,
I chose cool cool colours,
my fingers managed to hold on to needle & thread
despite the constant drip of sweat'
|what I love most about this one is the corner I had to add on as the 2 layers of fabric didn't quite measure up|
|practicing 9patches and Small Patches|
Jude's latest class
|I first made the larger version of 'portable rainbow'|
|The OldBirdKing liked it so much, he asked : 'I really like this portable rainbow, Saskia, could you make me one as well?'|
'but of course OBK' I replied, 'I would be honoured.'