Making – Organizing Threads

January 28, 2026January 28, 2026

Wall hangings

Earlier in the season I “finished” a Christmas wall hanging that I had started last year. (Yes, I’m afraid it might never be completely finished.)

Today I decided it was time to replace it with something else. I have carried for many years (as did my mother before giving it to me) a baby quilt that was made by the women of Steinmann Amish Mennonite Church to honour my birth. I did not use it for either of my children as they too received baby quilts from church/a church member. I decided to sew a placket on the back and hang this kitten quilt for the next couple months.

December 15, 2025January 28, 2026

Jax

A friend’s family adopted a senior dog, a very cute chihuahua named Jax

My friend asked if I could crochet a mini-Jax. So I did.

Then, because she has two young sons, she asked it I could make a second one so they would each have one. Jax Too is now ready to go with his twin to his new home

two crocheted amigurumi dogs — Jax One and Jax Too

December 13, 2025

Grandpets

As part of my amigurumi journey this fall/winter I took up my son’s suggestion that a make their dog; well then I also had to make their cat (one more to go).

Here are the originals and the models

December 13, 2025January 28, 2026

Christmas Gnomes and more

Made for my grandkids.

Made with scrap yarn using Day 1 pattern from Garn Studio Christmas Calendar

https://www.garnstudio.com/pattern.php?id=12500&cid=19

As well, using scrap or thrifted yarn I recently created some critters for my church’s silent auction

November 10, 2018

Butterfly

Many years ago, I made this butterfly for my former pastor and dear friend, Bertha Landers. This afternoon I was privileged to visit with her briefly in her new home in a retirement complex, and the butterfly graced her coffee table.

The butterfly is often used as a symbol for new life. And Bertha was, for me, a midwife for a new life. After Volker died, when I struggled to come to terms with the changed world I lived in, Bertha listened and advised, walking with me through the darkness.

I chose to make the butterfly of stain-glass. It was a craft that Volker indulged in for several years before his death. He taught me, though I could never make the neat welds that he did. And so, this butterfly spoke of both the old and the new.

Thank you, Bertha. I am forever grateful for your faith, for your love, for your influence in my life!