Clara's Corner: Grape Doily.....

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Grape Doily.....

This doily symbolizes the autum harvest with a decorative ring of grapes. I finished it yesterday.....after a trying few days, It felt good to sit, relax and crochet!

4 comments:

Moobear said...: Well my first comment disappeared clara, so I will go again. I love the doiley, takes lots of patience for that. I tried crocheting a long time ago, but I just can't sit still long enough for that kinda stuff, but sure am glad you can. Thanks for sharing all these pretties with us folks! Hope you have a good day too!
God Bless!; 12:52 PM
Tina Leigh said...: Clara you have talent!! How pretty! Are you going to frame it??; 12:30 PM
sonia a. mascaro said...: What a beautiful crochet!

And thank you for your nice comment about my post!; 8:32 PM
dot said...: Beautiful! I wish I could do that.; 9:06 PM

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I am from hayfield and blackberry patches, gathering eggs and selling them to my Daddy in his store. I am from a house with no bath....but a path. I am from cherry trees where I climbed and ate more than I carried home.....from digging potatoes in the rich earth. I am from skinny dipping and swinging on grape vines, two room school house, sitting on the front porch while my Mother played the guitar.....wringer washers and wash tubs. I am from playing the piano, the accordian and making playhouses in the woods....hide and seek, jumping rope and May I. From: Raleigh's Liniment, Cracker Jacks and Castor Oil.....Revival Meetings and Baptisms in the river....catalogs and feed sack skirts. From: "Pretty is only skin deep" to "Always mind your manners." I am from Methodist, Baptist, Wednesday night prayer meetings and shouting Hallaujah. I am from the Volunteer state of Tennessee with lakes and mountains, race cars, beans, cornbread and red eye gravy. We always called it "God's Country." I am from family get togethers, dinner on the ground, singing with my sisters, a Mother with a heart of gold and a Daddy with a strict hand. A grandfather who always looked to see if I had my fingernails painted and a Grandmother who could squeeze your heart out! Yes, I came from a family of seven siblings and I have told you where I came from. It was wonderful and I wouldn't change a thing if I could. Now let me tell you where I am going...."To Where The Streets Are Paved With Gold." Some days, I can hardly wait!