Inspiration: Spring Yellow

Daffodil, pussy willow, and forsythia--pure spring cheer!

Resurrect

 "...just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life."

Romans 6:4

Sheer Mint Skirt

 I created this gathered, sheer, mint green skirt, complete with a satin waistband. It's just something frivolous and glamorous for spring!



New Fabrics in Shop

New fabrics are up for sale in my Spoonflower shop! They are also available as wallpaper, decals, and gift wrap.

Parisian Stroll in Fresh (at long last I made a Parisian design!)

Mechanism

Pagoda Garden

Daffodils

Rock Exhibit



Daffodils

 When the daffodils are in full bloom my family heads to a certain daffodil-filled park for an afternoon. We read the poem from my previous post, carefully jump through the fields of flowers, and take a whole bunch of photos. It's been our tradition since before I was even born.

To be festive, of course, I usually wear some sort of coordinating outfit. My mom made the dress in this photo, and I found the eyelet blazer for $5 secondhand! It was clearly worth more than $5, and, judging by the perfect condition, I highly doubt it was ever worn!

I always rescue the daffodils that have had their stems snapped off by clumsy feet.

A visit to the daffodil fields definitely is one cheerful and carefree tradition!

National Poetry Month

In celebration of April, National Poetry Month, here is a brilliant, blithe poem and a quote.

"Daffodils" 

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed--and gazed--but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

--William Wordsworth

"Everybody who has ever lived in the world and could string two rhymes together has written a poem on spring. It is the most berhymed subject in the world--and always will be because it is poetry incarnate itself. You can never be a real poet if you haven't made at least one poem about spring."

--Lucy Maud Montgomery in Emily of New Moon