tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941085752213489885.post7167557572766345061..comments2023-12-11T10:47:10.970-08:00Comments on Raquel Margaret Carter: Why I Won't Ever Read The SecretRaquel Margaret Carterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09812612528662098774noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941085752213489885.post-59036335510874622312019-02-20T08:57:15.285-08:002019-02-20T08:57:15.285-08:00Oh little Lucinda. I can imagine. I must have had ...Oh little Lucinda. I can imagine. I must have had dozens of partly stitched plates of smocking and patterns half completed too. I have no idea what my dear ol ex did with my sewing things. I say that with a snark of slant and sarcasm, perhaps I still hold a bit of angst towards him; surely something that will be completely washed away at one time or another. I too, am gentle with myself as I am mending my heart with each passing day. Kimberly, do you have a blog? You are indeed an excellent writer with a delightful imagination! <br /><br />I love your attitude about me finding my new needlepoints. Somehow and some way surely they will return in one form or another. I had a hope chest, did You? Raquel Margaret Carterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09812612528662098774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941085752213489885.post-42082727826765264582019-02-20T08:31:50.844-08:002019-02-20T08:31:50.844-08:00Lovely little things for the children! Hence the a...Lovely little things for the children! Hence the attendant struggling with guilt. "Oh how sweet little Lucinda would have looked in the dress I had planned for this fabric! And she would have loved it so!" Arrggggh ;). Little Lucinda, now being 17, might not appreciate being dressed in a one-yard cut of adorable fabric. But I am working on being gracious to myself through this, reminding myself that I sewed them *other* clothes, and that someone out there will still be clothed and blessed by this piece of fabric heading out.<br /><br />Oh yes, there is just something about needlepoint! Feeling the woman who sat working those stitches . . . what was she thinking about when she did that? Did she muse on how fabulous her new chair would look once she was done? Or perhaps she was a practical sort and used the sort of zen state brought on by repetitous crafting to plot out next year's vegetable garden. Maybe her husband read aloud to the family while Mama stitched (I've got a fantasy here of Papa being terribly worried about "improving literature" and reading things like Johnaton Edwards sermons). Or perhaps SHE was the one spinning stories while she worked for her children, like the animal stories you write. She could have been needlepointing for her hope chest, dreaming over her stitches of some knight she'd surely meet soon. I love holding the crafting of women long gone and can totally see why you'd miss your pillows. But perhaps those women had told you their tales and others have yet to have their turn with you. Those items will find you, just like your rug did, I am confident.Kimberlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06915296389588265724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941085752213489885.post-59303468470421315782019-02-18T14:34:16.583-08:002019-02-18T14:34:16.583-08:00Hello dear Kimberly! Oh how I have missed you. I c...Hello dear Kimberly! Oh how I have missed you. I can only imagine the shedding of fabrics. I was recounting the time I had an entire lifetime of collected antiques in every smidge of my home, and especially I was thinking on the needlepoint victorian pillows that I so dreadfully miss. I have come to terms with the decisions made, but I shall never eliminate the goods that always brought me delight. No matter the dislike from others around me. Now fabrics are a tough affair indeed. I am lacking in fabrics, but determined to collect beautiful prints again in my now new life. I love your words and vocabulary. guilt is a clever foe... i love that. What type of products did you dream of and disregarded? I am mighty curious. Raquel Margaret Carterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09812612528662098774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941085752213489885.post-9217304187177512172019-02-18T14:29:48.668-08:002019-02-18T14:29:48.668-08:00Oh my Nil,
You are the dearest soul. Thank you so...Oh my Nil, <br />You are the dearest soul. Thank you so very much. It means the world to me that you would spend your hard earned abundance on my little story. I am indeed appreciative my dear. <br /><br />RaquelxxxRaquel Margaret Carterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09812612528662098774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941085752213489885.post-89006904675238669972019-02-17T22:23:27.254-08:002019-02-17T22:23:27.254-08:00That rug! It is perfect and surely you found each ...That rug! It is perfect and surely you found each other :). I am in a season of happy shedding, shedding, shedding. This weekend I have been working in the space where I store fabric, and that is difficult. So many projects dreamed and undone; dropping a piece of fabric into the thrift box is acknowledging that the small dream didn't occur and I am working very hard on being kind to myself through this (almost all for the children, and mommy guilt is a clever foe). But old dreams need to clear to allow space for the new :).Kimberlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06915296389588265724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7941085752213489885.post-42812307356449913562019-02-17T18:49:27.155-08:002019-02-17T18:49:27.155-08:00Good luck with your new book Raquel.
I bought Th...Good luck with your new book Raquel. <br /><br />I bought The Tale Of MerryMaid Scarlette Rose for a friend's daughter. I'm sure she will enjoy it. :) Nil @ The Little House by the Lakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05812637017406376233noreply@blogger.com