Life's a Stitch

We are a family with a creative bent, hence the general condition of my house. We have accumulated stashes of yarn, watercolour supplies, oil pastels by the hundred, rough turned wooden bowls, and the spoils of my recent silver smithing/beading adventure. As I write this M and C are experimenting with encaustic painting and the kitchen, barely cleaned from feeding dinner to 36 people in 36 hours, is cluttered with beeswax, oil paints, and scraps of varying texture.

For Christmas C created additions to my sheep collection:

I participated in a marzipan making workshop:

My 22-yr-old film maker added to my Scottie collection with his first attempt at hand sewing. Sweet boy, I hear he had a legion of girls helping him:

I experimented with my new tool, acquired in Rome, which cuts veggies into curlicues. I was a sucker for this gadget, paying far more than the value of its parts, but the demonstrator's sales job (apologies, I couldn't find an English version) made it well worth the price. And this year's Christmas yams were beautiful:

And the family's favourite creation, daughter E and SIL S's baby boy, Rye: