Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Do It Yourself: Friendship Dreamcatcher
I was inspired by an Etsy artist who had a few of these for sale when I thought, "Hey, I could make that!" So I took the challenge and did just that this summer. I made two friendship dreamcatchers, one I gave to Joy and the other I kept.
Most of the items can be found in your local craft store or craft isle in Walmart. I've worked at Hobby Lobby for several years, so I know when sales are going on and what items would be best to use. Half of these items were lying around, so I only spent about $5 for ribbon, beads, and feathers.
First of all, find a metal hoop or bend a wire hanger to wrap hemp, jute, or string around. I found the metal hoop in the jewelry and leather isle in Hobby Lobby. I placed the doily in the center of the hoop, attaching it with the hemp. In my opinion, fabric doilies are far better than paper doilies because they add a softer touch, although they are hard to find.
Secondly, I gathered different kinds of ribbons, feathers, beads, shells, thin rope, beading wire, strands of thread, a little bit of glue and a few pieces of mulch or twigs based on a color scheme. I chose white, cream, and light brown as my main color theme with pops of color in various textures, such as the rust beading wire and light blue translucent strand of beads.
The rest is fairly simple and allows you to be as creative as you would like to be. Braiding thin rope, knotting shells, stringing the wood and feathers hardly took any time at all. I even added pieces of bone and old seashells I collected on the Atlantic shore as a kid.
Creating a unique dreamcatcher made for a refreshingly fun and simple artistic project. Feel free to post any comments or questions.
Sweet dreams!
K@
Friday, October 26, 2012
The moon, one of the two bright eyes that oversee the earth, shine beams of dazzling light on the rooftops, giving away my position if anyone dared look out their window. Here am I, on the highest part of the roof; the concrete walls my friends and the crisp evening air blow my soft curls against my shoulders as I sit and admire the glowing ball in the sky. Potential storm clouds sail the thin sea of cumulus clouds, wrapping around the mountains like a ghost ship sailing towards the east. In response, the clothes and billowy sheets sway on the clothesline, either waving at the great host of clouds or warning that they soon will come.
I found the ladder while dancing barefoot on the chilly cement roof. Four stories high and no one traveling the dirt streets would see me dancing. This is where I can be alone, where I can be free. Feel the dirt clinging to my feet; the cold air whipping my face, the current flowing from my toes to my fingertips. A wooden ladder lay propped against the wall of the small laundry room. With the thought that someone might see me, I hesitated, not wanting to cause a riot of why an American girl was climbing the roof in a Mus lim country in jeans and without a headscarf at night. But then the adventurous side of me kicked in and I gripped the rickety wooden ladder and climbed until I felt rough concrete.
However, I was not alone in my secret place.
"He who dwells in the secret place of the Most high shall remain stable and fixed under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is my Refuge and my Fortress, my God; on Him I lean and rely, and in Him I trust!" Psalm 91:1-2
The wild boar scavenging food for its young, cats hopping from wall to wall, people chattering away in foreign tongue, shadows of families preparing for dinner flicker through the glass window panes. Everything God made surrounds me like a silent song, for not every living creature knows it's Creator.
K@
*Certain lingo used for security purposes.
I found the ladder while dancing barefoot on the chilly cement roof. Four stories high and no one traveling the dirt streets would see me dancing. This is where I can be alone, where I can be free. Feel the dirt clinging to my feet; the cold air whipping my face, the current flowing from my toes to my fingertips. A wooden ladder lay propped against the wall of the small laundry room. With the thought that someone might see me, I hesitated, not wanting to cause a riot of why an American girl was climbing the roof in a Mus lim country in jeans and without a headscarf at night. But then the adventurous side of me kicked in and I gripped the rickety wooden ladder and climbed until I felt rough concrete.
However, I was not alone in my secret place.
"He who dwells in the secret place of the Most high shall remain stable and fixed under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is my Refuge and my Fortress, my God; on Him I lean and rely, and in Him I trust!" Psalm 91:1-2
The wild boar scavenging food for its young, cats hopping from wall to wall, people chattering away in foreign tongue, shadows of families preparing for dinner flicker through the glass window panes. Everything God made surrounds me like a silent song, for not every living creature knows it's Creator.
K@
*Certain lingo used for security purposes.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Curls & Pearls: A Sister Blog
This summer, Joy and I discussed running a blog together to keep our creativity alive. While Joy is continuing school and I'm having adventures of my own, we thought it would also be a lovely way to keep our friendship connected on a unique level.
Joy is a fabulous writer, deep thinker, and beautiful person inside and out, so this blog would give her the chance to let all of those brilliant ideas, encouraging words, fascinating stories and quirky observations loose and have a way to express herself outside of the academic arena.
As for me, this blog will lend me the right amount of freedom and challenge to express myself artistically through photography, painting pictures with words and various art projects.
So if you enjoy poetry, music compositions, silly observations, DIY projects, fun and healthy recipes, thought-provoking questions, artsy crafts, testimonies of faith, notes of encouragement, and more of what life brings, this blog of two sisters-at-heart just might be your next bookmark.
Kat
Joy is a fabulous writer, deep thinker, and beautiful person inside and out, so this blog would give her the chance to let all of those brilliant ideas, encouraging words, fascinating stories and quirky observations loose and have a way to express herself outside of the academic arena.
As for me, this blog will lend me the right amount of freedom and challenge to express myself artistically through photography, painting pictures with words and various art projects.
Joy & Kat outside of a coffee shop while it begins to snow.
Joy, Kat & Ash enjoying an evening of friendship.
So if you enjoy poetry, music compositions, silly observations, DIY projects, fun and healthy recipes, thought-provoking questions, artsy crafts, testimonies of faith, notes of encouragement, and more of what life brings, this blog of two sisters-at-heart just might be your next bookmark.
Kat
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