Monday, May 29, 2017

Memorial Day 2017, Never Forget

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae

Saturday, May 20, 2017

It's time for feedsacks! (Cobbler to Cowgirl)

Well, I've been on a binge searching, finding and some buying of 19th Century Conversationals so I've been lax on getting these wonderful fabrics here.  oops, how about a double dose!

O pnlu owe 10 or 11 of these but would love to have the rest! Enjoy