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Monday, November 07, 2016


Yep.  You've probably guessed it already.  No pictures today - only mumblings.  I know.  What's this world coming to!

Anyhoo, here you go...

- for those of you who have toddlers on your Christmas list (or teenagers for that matter!), perhaps you might want to make THESE.  I have a little two year old grandson that might just need to have these for his bedroom!

- Further on the Christmas theme, perhaps you might like to create one (or more!) of these to decorate your home.

- If you enjoy cross stitch maybe you would like to check out the free summer and fall patterns HERE.  There is a spring design HERE  and a winter design HERE.   

- If you like cross stitch AND cats, you will find all the free patterns HERE for some sweet ones.  Be sure to scroll down!

- There are sign ups currently happening HERE for what sounds to be a fun Christmas ornament club.  Sign ups end November 10th, so you should hurry so you don't miss out.

-  If you like hardanger and want to make what looks to be a fairly simple ornament, how about THIS one?

- This isn't a free pattern, but these little knitted angels are SO cute that I couldn't resist sharing them.  Great for stash busting!

- HERE is a free pattern for some really cute crocheted ornaments (also great for stash busting).  

- In my search for quotes for you, I came across this wonderful poem, attributed to an unknown author.  


Why are they selling poppies, Mommy?
Selling poppies in town today.
The poppies, child, are flowers of love
For the men who marched away.

But why have they chosen a poppy, Mommy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where the poppies grow.

But why are the poppies so red, Mommy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child,
The blood that our soldiers shed.

The heart of the poppy is black, Mommy,
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief,
For the men who never came back.

But why, Mommy, are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child
For the world is forgetting again.

If you know the author of this poem, please let me know
so I can give proper credit.


  1. Oh no, no pretty pictures. =( Love that poem. 'Tis very fitting for this week. Thank you for the links, I will enjoy browsing them.

  2. Of all the links (and I did check each one) I think I could make the Pointsetta Pillow...if mmy sewing machines weren't packed away. Thank you for so many wonderful ideas. Heartfelt Poppy poem...

  3. Nice links♥ Have a lovely day ♥

  4. Thank you for the links Mary Anne, I always enjoy browsing! Poignant poem! Christine x

  5. New Header, fall!
    Thanks for the tips and poem of remembering.
    Remembering to be grateful.

  6. I love me some mumblings on a Wednesday morning in NZ - that train is super cute!


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