My Elf: Evelyn

Please. someone out here. This Elf needs a home. She has attached herself to my pine tree and won't go away. She has a little sign on her head that says "Once upon a time." Keeps trying to tell me stories.

Hurry

Faster and faster. The time is flying forward and I am caught in such a forward moving sensation of Hurrying that I have bounced off of most of the furniture, doorways and walls of the house. CHRISTMAS IS COMING. I confess that I do not have a tree decorated. I confess that I have eaten a third of the pan of fudge that I have made for those who come calling...Like who for instance? I confess that I have not wrapped a single present, or sent out my gifts, or worn any Christmas clothing, or my reindeer antlers. I have secluded myself in the studio, and I have been Making and making. I can't seem to stop myself. I think I might need some help. Its like being consumed by the sewing BORG or something. Yikes that's a strange thought. I am being sucked into the Thread Universe. Well, maybe not. Here is the tree I made. tell me what you think. I'll try to lay off the Fudge, my heart beats irregularly on that stuff. Its laced with crack or something.

Friends

It is the kindness of other fabulous Etsy Artist that leaves me kind of Breathless. I have mentioned the great work of my friend Jennie at Raggedraven..to go to her shop click here. We have swapped work, bought each other's work and shared Alot of emails. I have sought her valuable advice. And have recieved honesty and kindness. I have made another friend in Debra of Monniebean's Folkart. To go to her shop click here. She is another Talented Folkartist with a Whimsical flare. I think that she and I are the only two Folkartist on Etsy that make bugs. I admitt that hers are better than mine. To go to her Etsy shop and see her work click here. Its not too late for some last minute shopping. Convo me first with this message (First Noel) and I will happily give you a 25% discount on any of my Merchandise at my Etsy shop. To go there now click here. I hope your Christmas season is peaceful and full of JOY. Blessings, Robin of the Baggaraggs. P.S. Here is another picture of my beautiful Grandchild being held by his grateful Grandma. He is YUMMY.

Rowan is the Most beautiful Baby

I tried to steal my grandbaby...I couldn't help it. I held him through dinner...he snuggled right up, and cried when I put him on the bed for a minute to get his new Christmas Jammies for his Mom. I am in Love.

Up agAinst IT

I have posted another photo of my studio somewhere earlier...it was messy then but not as bad as now. When I was taking the photos of Brebis, I looked down and saw these two doll legs tangled up and looking like a crime scene. I suppose there should be yellow tape. Well, I am up against it today. My friend at Monniebean Folkart has a beautiful photo of her studio with everything laid out so neatly. It looks so nicely organized. i am wading through a fabric blowup here. It rather looks like Joannes vomited in the studio..and Michaels set off a bomb.

The Lost Sheep

Good Morning. Its is a cleaning day here. I have someone who is supposed to come and look at my home for a cleaning estimate and I have to clean first. I know. I know. anyway. things must be tidy and beautiful as I am able to make them for the Coming of the Christ Child. I thought you might like to see a few photos of somethings I have recently posted on the Etsy. I do love the Parable of the Lost Sheep. I think I have spent most of my Life leaving the 99 to find the One who got Lost. Here is Brebis Galeuse. Her face is quite ...nice. Focused. Have a fabo, and Blessed day.

It is noon in the land Of the Baggaraggs. I am in the studio and have reached for the walkman to turn off the music...no IPOD. There is no walkman there, it has been lost in a pile of fabric, buttons, and doll limbs, so the music is just playing in my head ...the sound track from Momma Mia. I cannot turn it off. Yikes. I am in my new Nick and Nora Jammies that I have promised my Hub that I WILL NOT paint in...(HEH-HEH), working feverishly on a mousey that now requires some twigs for legs and arms...I can see it working out in my little brainy gray cells. Armed with my trusty wire cutters, I launch myself up and out into the yard in my Jammies...The landscape shrinks back...I can feel the bushes trembling at the site of those trusted wire cutters....ah, the Eugenia Compacta...(SP?) Off with a few perfect branches...it is angry now...and saying "what the hell?" With my little branches in hand I fly back into the house before the postman coming down the street can glimpse my unharnessed boobs flailing about in my Jambos. I close the door, which richoches nicely off the front of my left croc and smacks me squarely in the left temple. It hurts so bad that I pee myself in my new lovely jammies. This is the world of the Baggaraggs. Amen.

My Friend

Here is a doll I made for my long lost twin in the cyber prim world, Jennie. She has a shop on Etsy too: RaggedRaven. Her stuff is just beautiful. Very primitive and beautifully made. Alot of her things have a simple Quaker look to them. We are very different. I am thankful for her friendship and the friendship of others on Etsy.

Puffer Man

Ok here he is ...coming along. Not done yet but I am liking him. Whatta ya think?

Its getting late and my Jammies are flying around solo in the dryer so I can wear them to bed. I did want to give you a preview of the Baggaraggian Pufferfish...which will go to Gan onto the top of a small wooden decoupaged box with a tiny tag that says "Sir Ictyus Spinalot" I think that's it anyway. Please feel free to make suggestions for names...as I said , its late and the caffeine is wearing a little thinesh. He is swimming into the studio to get a paint job.

your Christmas List

Ok , its that time...make your Christmas list, bake your cookies, gather the wild grape for the wreaths and sew, sew, sew. What do you want for Christmas? I would like to know what I can make that others would like to have. Kindly post your Baggaraggian Christmas wishes RIGHT NOW. It is getting closer by the Minute! Yes, this means YOU.

Pushing Threads

It is December in the Land of Baggaraggs. It has been cold here for a place that is zoned as sub-tropical. Baggaraggians can see their collective breaths at night while walking Albert. It makes my bones ache and this is most likely ridulous...since other people out in the temperate world are having snow and hail and nasty weather. I am trying hard to get my Holiday inventory out. i am having that feeling of not knowing how fast time is going and judging how much time is left to get something done. The Christmas music plays on the radio, and instead of enjoying it I feel this terrrible sense of urgency to hurry hurry up...I will remember this for next year, that the time after Christmas should be spent making things for next years Christmas. I don't think I will relax this whole season...and yet nothing seems to be flying out of the doors of the OOOdio. There is so much to be done and I feel all I want to do is just be in the OOdio. well, atleast I am not sticking to the floor of the Kitchen...although the cats are stuck in a few spots. Hmmm (shades of Nanny McPhee) Well, I am sewing and imagining and pushing threads as fast as I can.

New LIFE

There is a new baby born in the Land of the Baggaraggs. My grandson is here and I saw his birth. I am thankful to God that he has arrived safely. Our Thanksgiving will have special meaning this year. Isn't he beautiful?

Let Whimsy rule in the Small Asllyum! Here is the Pink-Dilly Bug. I wish I had a better picture of her. Please see her listed on Baggaraggs.etsy.com with her Friend the Jingle-Bug

My week of vacation is over and that means that I must leave the Small Asyllum of the Baggaraggs and go to the real one. I would like to stay in the Small Asyllum of my OOdio and leave the Hospital behind. One Day. Maybe. Meanwhile, I am focused on the abundance of my Life, and give thanks for all that I have, it is necessary that I have a job that takes me out of the Land of the Bag. We are well. and that is something to be thankful for. Baggaraggs will soon welcome its second Grandchild. I am excited to see that childs face and to hold him or her in my grandma arms.