Monday, February 25, 2013


Tupelo follows the Path back to where the Butterflies congregate, back by the Bidens and the Tupelo tree, a black gum growing out back there. The bees hum the air and buzz by, speed mad in a desperate search for nectar. A Monarch, lands upon her arms, resting a bit, resting a while in the sweet sunlight that filters through the trees.
Tupelo is made of muslin and purple polka dot cotton. Her trims are vintage and there is moss thread sewn into her wool hair. A butterfly perches on her arms, held like a posey. Her wings are made from a child's quilt. She has been coffee dyed, baked and painted.
Tupelo has a lazy and sweet smile.
She is 11 inches tall and 7 inches wide.


The Moonlit Stitch said...

Was in Tupelo visiting the birthplace of Elvis in 2008...I can smell the sweet warm breeze and see "Tupelo" walking up the path! She is great Robin ~*~Lisa

Dorthe said...

She is a beautiful rose, loving the visit of the butterflyes, and so wonderful, dear Robin.

Unknown said...

Can't help but hum Tupelo Honey along with her sweet story! She is a beauty!

Debra said...

Oh so sweet Baggs, dear. Your work is the bees knees....:)