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So, I finished the Orange Toadstool guy. He was great fun to make! 

You can see the finished product here: piggiesplace.wordpress.com/wp-…

or on this site, I've posted one picture here: Orange Toadie

I wish you all the blessings of the Muse!

Just finished the Creeper commission. I have to say that making things square is a special kind of challenge in the world of crochet... But, over all, I think he turned out pretty cute! If you're interested in seeing more pictures of the creative process, you can check out my blog post here:

piggiesplace.wordpress.com/201…

I wish you all the blessings of the Muse!

I've been surfing DA and have been offering some critiques to works that catch my eye. I've had a few people ask me about my back ground. So, I figured I put something out there. First: who am I? I am no one. My specialty is in crocheting. I'm a nurse. And I am a consumer of art. What do I have to offer? Nothing but my opinion. I do have an extensive knowledge of the human body and that's perhaps the best thing that I can offer in my critiques. I personally love getting feed back about my work. And thus feel that I should do the same for others here in our community. Please, take all my feed back a face value. I only hope to offer the artist something to think about and consider. In stimulating this thought I hope that they can in some way move forward in their creative journey. 

If you are interested in buying Amigurumi visit me on Etsy: www.etsy.com/shop/PiggiesCreat…

Many people have asked me: Who are you? How do I answer this question and encompass all that I love and fear? I struggle to know the answer myself in every day that I am alive. I look. I listen. I taste. I touch. I feel. These things bring me into the world and keep me from sliding away, but they do not define me. I speak and only vaguely capture the things I think. How can I know myself well enough to give that to anyone else? That being said, I’m going to make a few notes about myself anyway.

I write stories about dragons and the fey and dream of things that cannot be. I hope for the endless soul and imagine an eternal life. I believe that I share in the divine through the power of creation; that the Goddess is in all those who are compelled to Make. I am a Maker. Every day that I am alive I strive to create things. These things are my mark, the things that will be left behind for a while after I have died. These are the things that my loved ones will hold when they cannot hold me. I crochet. I sing. I draw. I paint. I Make. Into all these things I pour all that I am and all that I love so that when others come to know these things they will also know me. I believe Making is love. When you weave yourself into a thing you give yourself to those you hold dearest. And if they love you, they will be able to call you back and up out of the things that you have created. In that way, we live through our creations and our love. It is why I Make.


I am Myself

I am a Wife
Blessed with love

I am a Mother
Endowed with divinity
Through the power of creation

I am a Daughter
Brought into this world
With unending hope
And the promise of the future

I am a Sister
Made fierce and strong
While forged with kindness
Protector and protected
Spiraling together forever

I am a Nurse
Holding out the hands of healing
And offering the sick comfort
And the dying love
Knowing that through this
All things are healed and made whole

I am a Writer
Creating myself and world
Sharing the inner depths of humanity
Bringing together the divine
And the humble mortal
I tell the story of the Goddess
And am remembered forever
  


A common Japanese proverb "Hana yori dango" (花より団子, "Hana yori dango"? which translates as "dumplings rather than flowers") refers to a preference for practical things rather than aesthetics.


Men spend their lives in anticipations,—in determining to be vastly happy at some period when they have time. But the present time has one advantage over every other—it is our own. Past opportunities are gone, future have not come. We may lay in a stock of pleasures, as we would lay in a stock of wine; but if we defer the tasting of them too long, we shall find that both are soured by age. -Charles Caleb Colton-