I’ve been a little coy about a project I’ve been working on for nearly a year. My daughter became manager of a new fabric department at Montavilla Sewing Center. Some time ago, I had purchased the Real Good Toys general store. Well, the general store looked a lot like my daughter’s store, so I decided a mash up was in order. I kept it quiet so I could make it a birthday gift. Kristin had Saturday off, so we presented it then. She was all giddy.
We went to Arizona for our Thanksgiving Holiday. I like to soak up the warm sunshine of the Southwest before winter sets in. We took a little hike on Tuesday, visited on Wednesday and then it rained while we cooked and feasted on Thursday, Thanksgiving Day. Then, Oops! A storm hit!
Like most countries, we in the USA have a harvest celebration. The theme is based upon a pot luck dinner held by our early settlers in New England, modeled after Thanksgiving in England.
I learned from my granddaughter that it wasn’t until 1863 that Thanksgiving became a national holiday. She told us that Sarah Josepha Hale, editor of Godey’s Lady’s Book in the mid-1800s thought that we should declare Thanksgiving a national holiday to be celebrated on the fourth Thursday in November. Ms. Hale had written letters to five presidents requesting this uniformity. Finally Abraham Lincoln agreed that it was worth doing.
This was not the only reason we should remember Ms. Hale. She was an author and poet and supported education for women. She also supported historic preservation and social issues (although she did not support women’s suffrage). Because her home state of New Hampshire believes she should have more recognition, the New Hampshire Historical Society sells a Bobblehead Doll in her likeness.
I’ll need a hall tree to display some of the wares in the shop. A Google search showed some I liked that have turned posts and three Queen Anne style legs. As luck would have it, I had some turned posts left from the pillar candlesticks in my Romance Retreat. Other supplies I had on hand were turned cocktail sticks, wooden beads and a scrap of 3/32″ thick basswood.
In our city, the colorful fall leaves are losing their vibrance. The days are shorter and darker. I don’t despair, rather, I welcome the holidays. First, our family gathers for Thanksgiving with it’s delicious food and camaraderie.
When I moved north, I learned the importance of decorating with candles and lights to brighten the days of winter. I also learned the importance of filling the house with the warmth and spices of holiday baking. Of course this is also important in my miniature world.
When American Miniaturist called for Christmas tutorials for their December issue (their 200th!) I gladly contributed. I submitted a tutorial for making classic metal cookie cutters and gingerbread men.
I received the preview copy of that December issue, and it is impressive. There are so many beautiful articles and tutorials. If you already subscribe, you will find my tutorial on page 6. If you don’t subscribe, you might want to, or at least order this issue to see the holiday extravaganza. Here’s a peek at my tutorial.
End of an Era
When I joined the Eugene Miniatures Club, I rashly stated “I’m not going to let miniatures take over my life.” One member in particular looked over at me with a twinkle in her eye and a knowing smile.
It was Joyce, who joined the club in the late 1980s when the meetings were all business; Roberts Rules of Order, electing officers, etc. They soon made her president and she replaced the business with projects; a new one each month.
We lost Joyce last month. She was 91 years old and always had a calm grace and dedication to helping others. But she also had priorities. When she closed out her home and moved to senior living, in place of extra bathroom towels, she stored her tiny silks, plaids and prints, and every color of delicate ribbon for doll making. In the kitchen where other residents kept glassware, she had small glass domes for completed and future miniature projects.
She let miniatures take over her life and even became an IGMA Fellow. I’ll never measure up to the level Joyce achieved, but I know she approved as I let miniatures take over my life. I will always remember her knowing smile and when I want to take it up a notch, I will ask myself, “how would Joyce do it?”