What inspires me...

It's usually color that inspires me.

 

Old & worn colors

from 

old ditties 

that I collect...

 

Look at the color of the roof on this little house.

A little cardboard Putz house

(circa 1900 - 1920's).

Little houses I get out each Christmas and set in my window sills

and on cupboard shelves.

 This old rusty red is my favorite color.

 

Old hand painted composition nativity sheep...

look at that color of  the grass

An old shutter green.

 

Just take in the lovely shade of white

these old stick leg Putz sheep

have turned with time...

a dirty shaker white,

my favorite shade of white.

So these little collectibles,

in their old & worn colors,

that I get out each  December 

was my inspiration

for the soon to be released 

March Word Play pattern...

Silly isn't it though? 

When I think of March,

the first thought that comes to mind

is the saying,

"In like a lion, out like a lamb"...  

or vice versa. 

Living in Iowa we always hoped for the out like a lamb.  

When I think of March,

I think of St Patricks Day 

and 

Ireland.

a country I would love to visit some day...

.  My husbands mother was born in Ireland. 

She would later meet her military husband,

an become a war bride.

  I think of the beautiful green emerald jewelry 

she would wear in the month of March, 

jewelry that was gifted to her

by her jeweler husband.

Emeralds very similar in color 

to the old chippy paint on my composition sheep...

  It's fun to try and visualize

what the countryside of Ireland

must look like...

  What comes to mind

is very lush green countryside,

with gently rolling hills.. 

Little white bungalow houses

with perhaps red tile roofs 

 a  maybe even a little old man

out herding his flock...

When I think of March, I think of the four leaf clover,

or a shamrock 

and the little story 

that goes with it

about bringing one good luck. 

  I couldn't design

March's Word Play chart without adding this motif....

I spent many of summer days

of my childhood days on the farm,

looking for four leaf clovers. 

  When one was found

we would tuck it

between the pages our old black bible 

to dry and safekeepings...

Silly

isn't it

how patterns come to be...

Have a good day,
Brenda