‘Deeply and sincerely heartfelt Thanksgiving’ by HappiNestHome

Inspired by the upcoming fall holiday of Thanksgiving and the darling things crafters make out of felt.

Needle felted squir… ponylover31 $15.00	Handmade necklace, … rRradionica $80.00	Cute Needle Felted … boridolls $26.00	Yarn Wreath Front D… AnnaHailey $39.00
Autumn Natural Tabl… KensaWool $28.00	Wool Felt Play Food… EvaLauryn $49.95	Lady of the Harvest NatureBaby $48.00	Needle Felted Balls… NotSoShabbyChi… $10.00
Tan Woolly Felt Aco… tabbytoo $12.00	Felted Slippers, OR… designsbyLANAI… $48.00	Vintage Pumpkin Fel… missfarfalla $75.00	Vintage 1960s Frede… StelmaDesigns $54.00
Felted Soap Two Pie… SoFino $32.00	Felt Art Doll Hangi… WhisperingOak $12.50	Autumn Harvest Pill… LavenderandPum… $20.50	needle felted rat w… Deba822 $55.00

Treasury tool by Red Row Studio.

Hope

Hope is splendid word.  To be hopeful is to have positive expectations. One of my favorite movie’s The  Shawshank Redemption mentions hope when Andy Dufresne played by Tim Robbins writes about it in a letter to Red played by Morgan Freeman. . .

” Dear Red, If you’re reading this, you’ve gotten out. And if you’ve come this far, maybe you’re willing to come a little further. You remember the name of the town, don’t you? I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels. I’ll keep an eye out for you and the chessboard ready.  Remember Red. Hope is a good thing maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you and finds you well.  Your friend. Andy”

“Hope is like a bird that senses dawn and carefully starts to sing while it is still dark.” 
Author unknown

Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

by Emily Dickinson

Your Hands

Your hands were always busy doing things for others. This is a quality particularly reserved for mothers. Your hands caressed my face and wiped away my tears. When I was afraid, you calmed me and took away my fear. Your hands created beautiful outfits and costumes for me to wear. With four brothers and sisters you taught me how to share. Your hands prepared breakfast, lunch and dinner day after day. In the winter, spring, summer and fall you called me home from play. Your hands guided the steering wheel when I learned how to drive. You wrote a loving note on a birthday card when I reached twenty-five. Your hands held three generations of children in your arms. With a motherly conviction you protected them from harm. Your hands clasped together firmly during times of earnest prayer. Aware always that life’s outcome was placed in the Lord’s care. Your hands were courageous, confident, creative and strong. Throughout life’s problems, the firm grip you held was never gone.

To my mother Patricia Marie Colbert

10/13/36 – 9/3/04 By Charisse Marie Colbert