Author: wPeggs

Hazel Irene Milner

Granny square afgan and double wedding ring quilt (created from my mom’s dresses, flour sack material, all scraps: pieced by machine and quilted by hand) by Hazel Irene Milner in Longmont Colorado circa 1950. She was a busy and creative woman: vegetable gardner, farmer, seamstress, cook, quilter, and did needlepoint and crochet. Miss you grannie.

Egg plant : that was a pun — egg and polymer clay here, with plants

This egg was kind of fun to make but it started out as a piece that because of other demands sat for several weeks half done (just the two halves of the egg and a couple of grey round blobs). But in some free time I added flowers and leaves and stems. All these flowers are made with left over clay with flower petals from my Memory-bead business.
It actually goes against my principles of a pristine earth to make things out of plastic (which polymer clay and resin both are), so i am ultra conservative with every scrap.  The egg actually was divided, but i added the strands on the inside and pressed it shut with little round pink dots (haha).
polymer clay, egg, and flowers - eggplant or egg-plant

Best advice: velveteen rabbit

First published in 1922, the Velveteen Rabbit was Margery Williams’ first and most popular children’s book

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.
“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
“Once you are real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.”
“When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Weeks passed, and the little Rabbit grew very old and shabby, but the Boy loved him just as much. He loved him so hard that he loved all his whiskers off, and the pink lining to his ears turned grey, and his brown spots faded. He even began to lose his shape, and he scarcely looked like a rabbit any more, except to the Boy. To him he was always beautiful, and that was all that the little Rabbit cared about. He didn’t mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn’t matter.”