THE PREACHER'S MISTAKE

The Parish Priest
Of austerity,
Climbed up in a high church steeple
To be nearer God,
So that he might hand
His word down to His people.

When the sun was high,
When the sun was low,
The good man sat unheeding
Sublunary things.
From transcendency
Was he forever reading.

And now and again
When he heard the creak
Of the weather vane a-tuning,
He closed his eyes
And said, "Of a truth
From God I now am learning."

And in sermon script
He daily wrote
What he thought was sent from heaven,
And he dropped this down
On his people's heads
Two times one day in seven.

In his age God said,
"Come down and die!"
And he cried out from the steeple,
"Where are thou, Lord?"
And the Lord replied,
"Down here among my people."

William Croswell Doane

LILAC FAIRY

Meet Lilac fairy
design by
Ranie Patridis

This doll is made from plain muslin fabric and stuff with polyester stuffing. Then the body and wings of this doll became my canvas which I then painted with acrylic paints. The only thing I added was the wool hair. ..*smile*..

photograph by ranie patridis

I'M A LITTLE ACORN

I am a little acorn passing through

You will find me in the most unusual places
I may drop from a tree and roll around
Then maybe a squirrel has decided to bury me
in your flower bed
Where ever I land if in a good spot
be sure to know
that I'll root and grow into a beautiful Oak Tree

photography by ranie patridis

MY MADONNA

I hailed me a woman from the street,
Shameless, but oh, so fair!
I bade her sit in the model's seat
And I painted her sitting there.

I hid all trace of her heart unclean;
I painted a babe at her breast;
I painted her as she might have been
If the Worst had been the Best.

She laughed at my picture and went away
Then came with a knowing nod,
A connoisseur, and I heard him say;
"Tis Mary, the Mother of God."

So I painted a halo round her hair,
And I sold her and took my fee,
And she hangs in the church of Saint Hilaire,
Where you and all may see.

Robert W. Service

ZETTI GIRLS

Zetti Girls here they come!

Not sure what a Zetti Girls is they seem to love to wear strips mostly black n white. In a way they are cute a tad different but very unique.

Watch out you just might see a Zetti girl walking down the road.

Don't be surprise!

Hand drawn and photograph by ranie patridis

ALTERED ART

Over at ATCsforALL I have gotten involved Altered Dominoes. Hey, it's a blast. This one I first did the background with Alcohol Inks then I started layering for this is a collage. Well, the first layer I didn't care for but what to do it was already glue to it. So I took some gold acrylic paint and painted it then I cut out a very small fairy and added it after I accented it with Inks. Then comes the sealing. I was introduce to Diamond Glaze, I love it! I put several coats of Diamond Glaze over it letting each layer dry. Then once completely done I made the key chain with beads n wire.

Back View

This is the back view, I tried writing on it but wasn't happy with the out come. So I made a label add it on the Diamond glaze over it. Turn out quiet nice I may say.

CABOCHON BEAUTY

I love to bead, it is so addicting. Right now I'm working on a Bead Sampler Doll. I should be doing other things, but, when I see that plate of beads I just automatically sit down and start adding beads. It is so addicting!

This cabochon was another one of those classes I did over in Weaverville with Seti. This one has a picture stone in it. I took the colors from inside the stone to match my beads too. I love working with size 11 and 15 beads. In this piece I even added some fresh water pearls. Of course those beads were a tad larger.

hand beaded and photograph by ranie patridis

LIFE SCULPTURE

Chisel in hand stood a sculptor boy
With his marble block before him,
And his eyes lit up with a smile of joy,
As an angel dream passed o'er him.

He carved the dream on that shapeless stone,
With many a sharp incision;
With Heaven's own light the sculptor shone-
He'd caught that angel vision

Children of life are we, as we stand
With our lives uncarved before us,
Waiting the hour when, at God's command,
Our life dream shall pass o'er us.

If we carve it then on the yielding stone,
With many a sharp incision,
Its heavenly beauty shall be our own,
Our lives that angel vision.
~William Croswell Doane

Nikolaos

Oh my this is a hand drawn picture of my step-grandson Nikolaos.

One of my first attempt at doing a portrait.
medium: pencil n charcoal

hand drawn n photograph by ranie patridis

BEADED CABOCHON

This is my first beaded cabochon. This was so much fun! By the time I got to the class well I ended up with the left over. ..giggle..This cabochon stone was a soft grey with flicks of peach shades. I looked at this stone for a long time then I went to the beads seeing what I could come up with to match the very limited colors of the stone. By the time I put all my colors together everyone was oohing over my cab. The necklace is beaded also. Everyone commenting how Vintage it look, I just smile, all I did was work with the colors within the stone and it turn out just fine. I had to smile when one of the ladies made the comment if I had known that stone would be that pretty I would have taken it. ..*smile*.. Well it just shows ya, the beauty is within a soul.

~photograph by ranie patridis

WHEN YOU TURN 50

you make a doll. I wasn't feeling so good when I turn 50 years young a few years back. I wanted my birthday to be a big bang something really special. It didn't happen! Boy was I disappointed, over on one of my doll groups this challenge was going on. This doll is a design of Phyllis who is the owner n moderator Cloth Doll Maker group. I took her doll pattern and came up with a doll that represent all my feelings, a little bit naughty yet pure, still a child at heart and a gentle soul. It seems I always give more than I take which is a good thing. Just would like to be notice some times and be made a fuss over especially on my birthday. This doll face is needle sculpted the arms face are painted. The teddy bear is hand crochet and a beaded necklace the butterfly's made from fabric and painted. Wings made from feathers and wire.



Doll design by Phyliss
Teddy Bear, beading, butterfly, wings stand design by Ranie Patridis

ROCK AROUND THE CLOCK

1 2 3 o'clock
4 o'clock
5 6 7 8 o' clock
... lets rock around the clock ...
will something like that.
This post card is hand drawn with color pencils.
It was a very fun card to draw.

hand drawn
by
Ranie Patridis

Juanita Iris

photograph by ranie patridis

My miniature Iris have bloom. They are so tiny and precious. The are so delicate they bloom early in the spring. I'm not sure what their name is. Now I call them Juanita Iris, she was a little ole lady a bit grumpy a tad sour but her love for and knowledge of nature was unbelievable. This brought out the beauty and softness of Juanita. She has now left us so when I see these tiny little iris growing in my pot I say to myself how beautiful you are, it gently reminds me of a little ole lady name Juanita.

Shay

This is my first attempt at sculpting. My friend Diane started me with sculpting a face on a back of a spoon. We had so much fun making our face. Once done then we baked it in the oven. Funny baking a head in a oven. Well after a very long time I finally finish Shay found this nice stand he now hangs over my computer.

Back View

Now for the life of me I have not idea why anyone would want a hanging head. I'm not interested in making another with out a body. That reminds me I have one done that needs to be dress guess I better get busy.

THE HANDWRITING ON THE WALL

At the Feast of Belshazzar and a thousand of his lords,
While they drank from golden vessels, as the Book of Truth records,
In the night as they reveled in the royal palace hall,
They were seized with consternation-'twas the Hand upon the wall!

See the brave captive, Daniel, as he stood before the throng,
And rebuked the haughty monarch for his might deeds of wrong;
As he read out the writing-'twas the doom of one and all,
For the kingdom now was finished-said the Hand upon the wall!

See the faith, zeal and courage, that would dare to do the right,
Which the spirit gave to Daniel-this the secret of his might;
In his home in Judea, or a captive in the hall,
He understood the writing of his God upon the wall!

So our deeds are recorded-there's a Hand that's writing now:
Sinner, give your heart to Jesus, to His royal mandates bow;
For the day is approaching-it must come to one and all,
When the sinner's condemnation will be written on the wall!

Chorus:
'Tis the Hand of God on the wall! 'Tis the Hand of God on the wall!
Shall the record be "Found santing1" or shall it be "found trusting"
While the Hand is writing on the wall?
~Knowles Shaw

Meow Meow Meow

Time to watch TV, Tabby here was just fascinated with these Penguins last winter. I could not get him away from the TV. He would make that little funny cat sound his eyes darting back n forth everyone once in a while he would touch the screen as if were are you? Why can't I get to you?

Photograph by Ranie Patridis

Free Form Watch Band

A while back Seti and I use to sit in her shop and bead together once a week. Oh what a lovely time we had. I learned so much from her. This watch band is free form peyote stitch I believe. All I know I had a blast making up this watch band.

Cartoon Character

Ah the life of a cartoonist wouldn't you like to make a living doing this? I would!

This drawing isn't mine it belongs to my husband I had him to draw a funny character one year for our grandson Andrew and this is what he came up with ..giggle..

Oh my, what a guy I have!

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THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER

This day we celebrate Memorial Day
let us all keep in mind the men and ladies who serve this country not be forgotten.
May they always be in our thoughts n prayers.
May God Bliss the USA


There's a graveyard near the White House
Where the Unknown Soldier lies,
And the flowers there are sprinkled
With the tears from mother's eyes.

I stood there not so long ago
With roses for the brave,
And suddenly I heard a voice
Speak from out the grave:

"I am the Unknown Soldier,"
The spirit voice began,
"And I think I have the right
To ask some questions man to man.

"Are my buddies taken care of?
Was their victory so sweet?
Is that big reward you offered
Selling pencils on the street?

"Did they really win the freedom
They battled to achieve?
Do you still respect that Croix de Guerre
Above that empty sleeve?

"Does a gold star in the window
Now mean anything at all?
I wonder how my old girl feels
When she hears a bugle call.

"And that baby who sang
'Hello, Central, give me no man's land'-
Can they replace her daddy
With a military band?

"I wonder if the profiteers
Have satisfied their greed?
I wonder if a soldier's mother
Ever is in need?

"I wonder if the kings, who planned it all
Are really satisfied?
They played their game of checkers
And eleven million died.

"I am the Unknown Soldier
And maybe I died in vain,
But if I were alive and my country called,
I'd do it all over again."
Billy Rose

This Poem is special to me and so true.
I pray that our Leaders of this Great Nation the USA
take into consideration the lives it cost on the decision
they make on behalf of the USA interest.

I am so thankful that we have men and ladies when call to duty
go and serve this great country of ours.

If it wasn't for these individuals we would not have the freedom we have today!
Thank you!