Showing posts with label Mothering Sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mothering Sunday. Show all posts

Sunday, 9 February 2014

A Mother's Love



Mother's are so precious and what better way than to thank her for all she does on her special day. Sadly I no longer have a Mum to make for but loved to make her day special and still a day to remember her, as she is now my Angel Mum in a garden full of roses surrounded by her dogs.

Bookmark Card


Vintage backing paper and complimenting paper flower with a diamante centre. The bookmark is stitched onto felt and reads: A Mother's love knows no bounds, Thank You Mum


Crazy patchwork machine embroidered rose scented sachet with the words: Wishing you a Happy mother's Day with all my love. A lasting keepsake for Mum. 4 different patterns of fabric.



'Mum' Bunting, I love bunting and am thinking of ways to stitch for a variety of occasions from triangular, to hearts and even the French flag. Fun and easy to store and the plan is to add more throughout this coming year.



Crazy patchwork heart for Mum to keep long after Mothering Sunday has been and gone. Slightly smaller heart with an initial. Both scented with lavender


Well that is Mother's Day done and dusted now onto Easter, I am loving the themes this year and so much fun to create for each event 



Sunday, 3 April 2011

Mothering Sunday

3rd April Mother's Day in the UK

I lost my Mum in 2006 after a battle with Alzheimers I think of her every day and thankful to her for making me the woman I am today, independent and creative. Love you Mum>.

What better tribute than a poem by my favourite poet and friend, thank you Nancy your work inspires me, sometimes makes me sad, sometimes makes me laugh but the enjoyment I get from your work knows no bounds.

YOU ARE THERE

I reach for the phone and begin to call,
Then remember you're not there after all,

The news to share had gladdened me so
I had to call,
Just wanted you to know,

That holiday dish you alway made,
Received such marvelous accolades,

What was it you added or maybe changed,
When I'd make it,
It never tasted the same,

Although you're not here to talk to in person,
You're here in my heart everyday,
And I see you in your great-grand children's faces,
In gestures and things that they say,

Every special event,
Every joy,
Every pain,
I wish you were here to talk to again,

But you are there in every thought and prayer,
Dear Mother,
You're in my heart
Forever there


Nancy Ellen Crossland
©2008