Knitting Obsession

This is for all you knitters out there or anyone who has a passion for being creative.

There are times when there is something inside me that keeps stirring and won't stop until I actually create something. After crocheting, drawing, painting etc., the stirring inside subsides but eventually it grows again and I find myself once again craving to make something from nothing. It's a cycle that never ends and I'm glad of it.

Radiant Hibiscus Flower

On a trip to the Hill Country African Violets and Nursery I took various photographs of the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen. This one is a photo of a Hibiscus (Rose of China) variety. The nursery is located in Boerne off of I-10 West. The minute I set foot on its colorful and most spectacular grounds I felt like I was in heaven. There was green foliage everywhere and flowers galore. The nursery has eleven green houses each with a particular type of plant. One is filled with Orchids, one has African Violets while another is filled with ferns, and more. I would recommend paying a visit to this wondrous heaven especially in the Springtime when everything is so lush and green.
I am tempted to paint this flower in pastel. Don't you just want to feel it's bright velvety petals and thank God for this simple precious little gift? John MacMurray wrote a book called The Call of Creation: Nature's Invitation to Worship. Although, I have not read the book or seen it, (but I will soon) I like his title of the book. I like that he considers creation to be an invitation to worship God. I like to think that God is calling me, inviting me to him everytime I breath in the freshness, fragrance, beauty, and green around me. I have always found his peace in nature since I was a little girl. I used to sit on the front porch and watch the ants go by and make up little stories about them. I wondered, "Where are you going little ant"? I used to just sit and listen to the music of the birds, and the wind wispering in my ear telling me secrets. Secrets about the outside world and all its grandeur and how God gave all this to me because I appreciated it deep in my heart, so much so that it made tears come to my eyes. He said to me one day , "Ruby I give you peace, I give you the wind, the trees, the birds, the flowers, the animals, and much more because I love you". Everytime I am struggling or going through some turmoil I can simply go outside and look down at a leaf and observe its' colors, its' arteries, its' stems, its' smell, its' freshness and somehow God says, "Ruby everything is going to be fine, this problem, this turmoil is only a speck of sand in the great wide ocean of life." Again I weep, and go on. Thank you Lord for this gift of nature. Thank you for showing your beautiful self through the flowers and streams of water teeming with life.

Olly the Octopus

Here is the infamous octopus I've been telling everyone about. I found a free pattern on roxycraft.com. The pattern was for MoMo the octopus but I named mine Olly. I was following the pattern for the head but somehow Olly's head is a little bigger than the pattern suggested it would be. When I began to make the eight legs they ended up a little smaller than the body so I modified the pattern and made more rows with increases and decreases. The legs are not all exactly the same size because I forgot to write down the changes that I made on the pattern. Oh well, it is the first three dimensional crochet sculpture that I have ever made. The head took about 12 hours straight to finish. As Joseph's grandmother would say I was hell bent on getting it finished. The legs I made whenever I had some time during that same week. I used Red Heart worsted weight yarn in Skipper Blue instead of the Jiffy yarn the pattern said to use.

Olly likes sitting in his little underwater cave watching the colorful fish swim by and the seaweed swaying in the water. He is all blue but not because he is sad, he can't help that, he was born that way. Sometimes he stays in his little cave because he feels he is not perfect. You see his tentacles are not all the same size and he fears he will not measure up to all the other octopuses that live in the sea. Little does he know that he is capable of so much more and the love he feels for others is so deep and strong inside of him. He is waiting patiently for Christmas time when he will find his new and rightful home in the arms of a particular child.

Succulent 1 Pastel Painting

I have decided to create this blog to reflect me, my thoughts, creations and whatever I might be doing in my life. This is a place where I can post creations, ideas, practice projects, and you name it. These projects may be paintings, drawings, crochet, sewing projects, photographs, plants, poetry, pottery and the list goes on.

The painting above was painted using soft and hard pastels. The photo is not a good one but it's the only one I had at the time. It's actually a little darker than it appears in the photo. I can't seem to stop working on it. Every time I look at it I want to fix something. I desire for it to look more realistic and I think that is why I keep working on it. I have placed several layers of pastel pigment and fixative and I don't want to over do it.
When Joseph (my husband) and I were living downtown there was this lonely little succulent growing at the edge of the wooden fence in the back yard. I took a photo of it and decided to paint it. We live in an apartment now and I have a small patio filled with plants. I have spent many hours on that patio painting this picture. While the world around me is buzzing around like a frenzied bee I enjoy my quiet hours out on my patio with my plants and pastels. Somehow I find God there sitting and talking to me like an old friend. There is a peace that comes over me and I feel tremendous joy. I named this painting Succulent 1 because I plan to paint more succulents in the future. Perhaps I will get better the more I paint.