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As a child, it was one of my greatest delights to visit my grandparents in the spring when the whip-poor-wills began to call. Grandma and Grandpa lived in a remote valley of the Ozark Mountains where there were trees a plenty, and, seemingly, a whip-poor-will, or two, in each one.
My grandmother insisted that a whip-poor-will's call was not "whip-poor-will," but instead, "chip-butter-white-oak." I would listen really hard trying to hear it exactly as she said it was, but all I could hear was "whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will,..." But, I never let on to her.
I remember my grandpa watching and listening, with an amused look on his face, to one of these listening sessions. Shortly after that he began to call me, just for fun, "Chip Butter." It is a name I am proud to wear for I still love to hear that long, lonesome call on a warm summer's eve. And, sometimes, when I listen really, really hard, it seems I can hear quite clearly, "chip-butter-white-oak, chip-butter-white-oak..."


Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Our beloved April....






The new little Shanty Garden is coming right along. I laid old bricks and creek rocks for pathways, and the Cowboy put some rusty old hog panels to provide some protection for the area.  We are watching each day for signs of life from the new little bulbs we planted a couple of weeks ago.  They are from Dutch Mill Bulbs Spring 2019 School Fundraiser.  They are guaranteed!  "...just add water!  Cover with soil, water, and enjoy a beautiful garden this Summer - guaranteed!"  How fun is that!







The little hummingbirds seem to like their new feeding station.  I am excited that, when the strong winds blow as they do here, there won't be a sticky, sweet mess across the porch.  And, the Cowboy is just happy to have his porch back.  





Some days the trail we walk seems quite crowded.  The cattle, intent now on their summer grazing, hardly give us a second look for they are so accustomed to seeing us walk amongst them.










These two feral hogs were photographed by me some time ago.


One day there were seven cousins of these wild critters on the trail.  Millie was excited to see them and tried to herd them up as a stock dog likes to do.  The cousins didn't seem to care for her little game and gave her a good little chase before they headed for the hills.  We haven't seen them since.




I take pictures almost every day of the pond.  It is always changed from the day before , especially at this time of year.  I just realized today that I don't even know what kind of tree grows on the little peninsula.  I will find out.




I continue to enjoy, but struggle to keep up, in Karen's Ledger class.  She stresses that it is a color study.  The first thing we did was choose an inspiration piece with colors we wanted to use in our work for the class.  I chose an old greeting card that my friend, Sarah, had sent to me.  It had originally been sent "To Nora, with Love, from Gwladys."

Karen asked me if I knew Nora and Gwladys, which, of course, I did not.  However, after that, I couldn't but help wonder about them, and began to think about making  Nora and Gwladys dolls.








I recently read, "Couture in Miniature" in an old 1991 Victoria magazine.  "How did resilient French dressmakers respond to the postwar fabric shortage that prevented them from producing full-size samples of their flamboyant, wasp-waisted materpieces?  Couturiers simply reduced the size of the challenge confronting them, opting to show off their fashions on exquisite doll-size mannequins.  One-hundred fifty of these elegant 30-inch-tall models starred in 'Theatre de la Mode,' a re-creation of the original show, which viewed through April 14, 1991 at The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City."

Dressed by such couturiers as Balenciaga, Schiaparelli, Lanvin, and Worth, the dolls were intended to show the world that the devastation of the war years had failed to stifle the celebrated creativity of French fashion designers.  To mount the postwar exhibit, France's most talented milliners, hairdressers, shoemakers, glove makers, embroiderers, and furriers joined together dressing the dolls from head to toe in diminutive versions of their latest fashions.  Each tiny article of clothing was made with the same precision as those in a regular collection: zippers zipped, pockets held mouchoirs, and handstitched buttonholes opened and closed.  The small models even wore genuine scaled-down jewelry designed by Cartier and Van Cleef & Arpels.

Wow!  What a show!



Nora and Gwladys will be mannequin-styled dolls, but will be only about sixteen inches tall. I have already begun working on them, but summers are such a busy time here on the farm that I know I must be realistic in my goals.  I just hope to have these beautiful ladies finished by the time class ends next January.  


In the meantime, I have been working on weaving in Karen's class.  Most of the others have gone on to the next page, or the one after that, but I stayed with the weaving a little longer for I so enjoyed it.  I wonder what I should do with the long tails in the picture below...  I can't bring myself to cut them.  
 




I will paint this little girl soon.  She wants to be a real girl with a real dress and real shoes.  She has been here so long that we have grown close.  She knows me well.  I love her...




 I hope you all are having a great April.  Take care and Happy Trails....