One of the Facebook Groups that I belong to, Slow Stitching posted a few little ladies done by Janet Sarnow And she was so generous as to post instructions on how to make them. They were so damn cute, I had to give it a go. And one of the super fun parts of it was that each “lovely” had a name and a story. And people who commented on the post, added to the story! Such a delight.
So here’s Marjorie, the first one I made. Marjorie was late to the dance and was afraid there would be no one to dance with.
Today I finished these three hearts and with that, I have completed 700 hearts in many varied forms. Hearts and Heart Emissaries in the form of kitties, puppies, teddy bears, foxes and penguins! What a journey.
For Mother’s Day, I was at the Shelburne Falls Historical Society’s Mother’s Day Tea teaching people how to make hearts when my son and daughter-in-law stopped by.
They brought me a Mother’s Day present. A cute little succulent plant in a cute fox pot. As my son was looking at the hearts, kitties and puppies I had brought to sew, he said, “Maybe you should make a fox emissary now too!” Why not?
So I did, the next day I started looking at pictures on line and came up with an outline. Turned it into an SVG file and cut out two as samples. I didn’t have the “right” color for the fur but they looked cute. Yesterday I got some felt that seemed the right color and put it together. I think they look super cute!
So now we have a new heart emissary! Can’t wait to see what people will think of them!
Tom is off to Brimfield with Doug and I am here… bathed in such beauty and wealth I can barely stand it. Warm. Beautiful breeze. Gorgeous lilacs and dandelions and Japanese maple tree leaves, flox, daffodils, vinca flowers, violets everywhere, grape hyacinths and the meadow… the meadow is awake and alive and everywhere there is life. Birds are serenading me. On a drive earlier a Baltimore oriole flew past me, with such stunning orange. Amazing.
As I sit here, doing some stitching on my emissary foxes, I see our neighbor spreading a ton of mulch. Working. Always working. But it must be what he loves. Not what I love but he loves. Good for him. We all enjoy our days in our own ways. And so it is. And so it shall be. Amen.
Perusing Pinterest I saw this silhouette of a little bear and thought it would make a great heart emissary. So I played around with circles and squares and came up with a template and started making them. Some as small as the other pocket creatures and some 2 inches tall for brooches. Both are totally cute and already, they are a favorite of people when given a choice.
Well, today I made my 600th heart. A little flower brooch. Amazing to me that there are all those little filaments of love reaching out into the world. And feeding back to me as well. So simple and yet, so completely profound. Grateful. Grateful. Grateful.
Standing in line at the local grocery store, the self checkout line, we were lined up in the pet food aisle. I stepped in behind an elderly, burly looking man. He was in work clothes, kind of looked like a farmer or at the very least, someone who worked with his hands for a living.
“This the line?” I said.
“Yep. They’ve got us standing in with the pet food.”
“Right,” I answered him.
“Getting so the cat’s food is more expensive than people food.” He added.
I smiled to myself. “Speaking of cats…” I pulled out my leather pouch which I hold my stash of hearts, kitties and puppies. “Would you like one of these? I make them myself. It started with a woman in Australia. You make one for yourself and give 999 away.”
He smiled and for a bit he didn’t say anything. Then, “my sister’s birthday is next week and she has a grey cat so I’ll take that one.” He picked up a grey kittie.
“Well, you also have to pick one for yourself too.
Again, a smile and then he reached in and took an orange cat.
When we finally got to the cash station he turned to me as he slid the kitties in his back pants pocket, “Got to put them somewhere safe.” Smiled and went about his checking out.
Many, many years ago when I first met my husband, we went for a walk to a lovely place near where we lived which is called The High Ledges. It’s a winding path through lovely woods that eventually ends at a ledge which looks over the valley.
On one of those walks, there was an elderly man on the right hand side of the road that seemed to be working on some sort of garden. When we had passed him I looked at my husband and said, “What do you think he’s doing out here?”
“Why don’t you ask him,” was my husband’s reply.
To which I quickly and vehemently replied, “Ask him! I can’t do that!”
This journey I’m on of making hearts has been evolving ever since I started. First, just plain hearts. Then added some stitching but very simple. Then more involved stitching. Then started putting hearts on little pocket kittens… then pocket dogs…
And now, I turned the hearts, puppies and kitties into little brooches so people can pin them on their jackets or bags. I don’t stuff them just stitch them up. I still do not know how people will think of them so I go on my own feelings that they are very lovely and will make some people very happy!
At a drive through local fast food restaurant, as we ordered our breakfast, the young lady who was taking the order ended with, “Come on up, Hon.” which my husband noticed,
“Hon, did she call you ‘hon’?” he said.
“Right,” I said, “and she’s going to get get a heart.”
So when we pulled up and I paid for the order, I had a handful of hearts to show her.
“Oh, you’re the one who gave me the hearts!” Evidently, I had given her two hearts months ago. As she oooo’d and ahhh’d over the hearts in my hand. She beamed. “I gave the green one I picked last time to my boyfriend and he loved it. I talk about this almost everyday.”