I love wool. I. Love. Wool. There, I've confessed it. I feel like I'm in a 12 step program! I have no idea why wool calls me but it does. Is it the way it softly drapes? Is it the way a needle goes through it as if it weren't really there? Is it the richness of the colors or the variety of the textures? I don't know but I do know I'm running out of places to put the wool table toppers I've made. I'm trying to branch out and figure out other ways to use these things but I'm not very successful. I have stitched up I think five things over the holidays. The handwork is finished but not the table topper/pincushion/pillow, etc. This is the first one I've completed this week and I'm completely in love with it. I had to move something else to display this one.
I bought the pattern from Primitive Gatherings during their big Christmas sale. Well, that's not really true. Or is it? I bought some things, they gave away some things and I'm not sure which this was. :) I think they call it Log Cabin.....something. Doesn't matter since I didn't make log cabins!
I'm calling it Starry Night. I love the wonky little snowmen, the crooked doors and windows, the textured trees, and the stars. I really love the stars. I live sort of out in the country but not really. I live on a lake and there are tons of trees but I do have neighbors. Sometimes I wish I lived really really out in the country so I could see the stars without all the lights of the city nearby. And I want there to be snow. But not cold. I bet when I get to Heaven I can have it just that way.