Baggaraggs Mirabel Mermaid

Well, it is evening in the Baggaraggs, and the temperature has dropped to under 90. We take a walk on the beach and watch as the sun begins to drop behind the horizon. I am standing in the waters of the Gulf and feel something poking at my ankles. I look down and see her as she gestures frantically to the place where my feet are planted on a sand dollar, a friend of hers. I move my giant clodhoppers and she waved her thanks, and disappeared. I am left to watch the sun dip into the waters of the Gulf with a smile upon my face.
Mirabel is tiny. She is made of muslin and is about 6 inches tall with her hair extended as if waving above her in the water. She is 4.5 inches wide.
she has been coffee dyed, baked and painted. She has vintage trims, buttons and lace.

Cecil Seahorse...BeachaRaggs

I am embarking upon a new series of BeachaRaggs creatures...baggaraggs at the beach. I have been thinking of making some patterns and getting some copyrights. Thought you might like a glimpse of Cecil Seahorse.

Old Farmhouse gathering Giveaway

This is my contribution to the GIVEAway...just thought you might want to see her....http://oldfarmhousegathering.blogspot.com/

Sweet Summertime Giveaway at the Old farmhouse Gathering

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There is a Giveaway to celebrate the Sweet Summertime at the OLD FARMHOUSE GATHERING. You gotta sign up. There are over 35 artisans (including me) that have signed up to donate to this Giveaway. All you have to do is click the link to enter. SO ENTER!!!!
These ladies are MAD Talented...like winning a POT of PRIMS!!!!

Good LUck. have a Raggy day.

Bella- a Gypsy Sparrow

From Baggaraggs

There was a colorful caravan of Gypsies traveling through the woods near my home. My Mother warned me to stay away from them, and I know I should have listened, but they stopped to make their camp near the three cliffs where I liked to go and climb the monkey vines.
The old woman beckoned to me. She was seated next to the campfire and her wagon steps lead into the depths of what looked like the entrance to a circus. I did not have ears for her voice as she asked to tell my fortune, I had only eyes for the tiny bird, dressed in a Gypsie's shawl perched on the old woman's lantern. She was worn looking, but not defeated. Tired but still defiant.
" I have come for the sparrow," I croaked in a voice that was not my own. "I claim the Sparrow, Bella." And with that, the tiny bird flew to my shoulder, and took her place there amongst the strands of my long wheat colored hair.
The old woman stood, bent and crooked with a dome upon her back that seemed a hill on her very being that would soon bury her.. "Your Mother told you not to come here! Get thee, with your young magic!"
And I hurried away.
Bella is nearly 6 inches long, and made of fabric that has been coffee dyed and baked. She has vintage trims and hangs from a thread attached to a Yo-Yo.
She is worn looking, but not defeated. tired but still defiant

Bongo's Giant

Bongo slept in his burrow after planting his carrot seeds. He awoke one spring morning to find the roots of a carrot thrusting its hairy chin through the wall of his cellar. With some effort he DUG and Dug, uncovering a prize that even he had not dreamt of...a Real Giant Carrot!!!
Hope your spring is full of surprises like Bongo's.
Bongo is made of muslin and calico. He has been coffee dyed and painted, baked and finished with vintage button eyes. His carrot is painted muslin. Bongo is my own design. He is 12 inches tall. His Prize carrot is detachable, if you can get it away from HIM.

Mother Blue

 

 Mother Blue

From Baggaraggs

She has seen some winters, our Mother Blue. We were glad to see her arrive this spring and take her place in the Blue Bird Box, albeit looking battered. Her life has been well spent raising countless chicks and singing many summer songs. She has lifted my heart, our Mother Blue.
Mother Blue is made of muslin and other fabrics. She has vintage button eyes and a a lovely piece of vintage lace that falls across her primaries to sheild her from the spring chill in the air. She has a large bell on her tummy, to chase off the neighbor's cat. Mother blue hangs from a piece of waxed linen thread that is sewn to an aqua colored yo-yo. she has been coffee dyed , baked and her dimensions are 5.5 inches long and 4 inches tall without the hanging thread.

a pastel wind rustles the curtains, annoucing a sweet spring voice. It stirs me with energy, and fills me with the desire to discard old things, and make my home fresh and clean. This little bird sings a similar song of tidiness and vernal color.She is made of muslin with multi-layered wings of textured fabrics and lace. She hangs from a purple thread that is adorned with a handmade yo-yo flower. All have been coffee dyed, and baked. There is a tiny tag aroung her neck with the spring message,"Nest." Dimensions: 6 inches long x 4.5 inches tall.         Baggaraggs.Etsy.com

I have been struggling with this new computer and a person would think by now I would have it down pat. My old one crashed before Christmas last year, and was replaced with me transferring the old files to the new one. One of the biggest problems is the loading of photos from the computer to my Etsy or facebook or my BLOG. Sideways. I have edited them through smart media and they seem perfectly normal, then when loaded they are sideways. So please bare with me. I may have to go through Photobucket or actually consult my husband, the Great Brain...and give him yet another opportunity to be Right. Or maybe you all will have to look at sideways pictures. Just turn your monitor...upward...

bittersweet

My daughter is visiting from Los Angeles. We are a pair of creativity freaks that are threaded tightly together; working in the studio, drinking kombucha tea (that she has introduced me to), laughing and crying. I has reminded me of the words "bitter sweet." it will be so hard to let her go. I hate to have to spend any time sleeping.  

Romantic Moment

There are moments when you feel as if your Memory is a thing carved in stone, something that will always be remembered. Grace Tenderstitch watched as Bennet stood and brushed the grass from his bottom and wondered what it would be like to have the familiarity with a man that would permit that kind of touch. The moment locked itself in her mind and awakened a kind of physical longing in Grace, filled her with a desire to have and hold, and to be had and held. It had been such a long time since she had this stirring sense that her face blushed red; "red as a beet" she could hear her Mother say. And so she did not hesitate when Bennet reached for her hand to help her to her feet, and did not hesitate to hang on to his hand when they walked back towards the picnic, her other hand holding the bunched fabric of her torn dress at her hip to cover herself.
Bennet seemed to feel it too, the melting sensation that blurs the awkward moments and rounds off the edges of beginning times. He had already had that feeling for Grace when he was assembling the Picnic Breakfast. He felt bigger inside himself and bolder, momentarily wondering at his effort.
"I am so sorry about your dress, Grace," Bennet offered.
Grace untangled her fingers reluctantly from those of Bennet's, and looped the dress about her waist tying it in a hitch against itself.
"I can fix it Bennet," she said. She sighed and took his hand again.  

Hooray!!!! featured today

I am featured on the By Your Hands Blog today. Fabulous!     http://byyourhands.blogspot.com/

The Notions Snail Box

Its a box to store the lovely tiny things that you have slowly collected, maybe buttons, maybe acorns, maybe spools, maybe lint...


Notions is made of muslin that has been coffee dyed and baked. he has vintage buttons eyes and long cloth covered wire antenae. He is glued upon a painted wooden oval shaped box. it is trimmed with vintage lace and a vine ribbon.

Amost 7 inches tall without the extensio of the antenae, and about 8 inches wide.

Valentines Day Angel with advice to sustain a good marriage...

Arnette has an advice column in the Baggaraggs Gazette. She frequently answers questions about sustaining a healthy marriage, and maintaining Romance. She suggests that you store up a bank of memories of loving embraces, tender looks and sweet words from your spouse that you may refer back to when there are Moments of what we like to call "Friction or Peevishness," that sometimes occur in the connubial relationship. This may prevent a costly divorce or worse, criminal charges and a lengthy jail term.

Arnette is about 7 inches tall. She is made of muslin and comes with an envelope that has been collaged upon and has a gromet set for handy hanging upon the wall. (The envelope, not the spouse)

Plumbing

Ok, so I am hearing a noise that sounds like running water in the bathroom, but Everything is turned off. I am writing this passage in small text in hopes to minimize the BILL that I am sure will be staggeringly Large. So Last night I get home from the hospital to towels, yes my GOOD ones, lying in a sopping mess on the bathroom floor with MY husband looking more agitated than normal. Something is leaking, and welling up in the floor. Well, isn't that just GRAnd? So at midnight, we are rocketing around the house, outside with a flashlight, looking for the water valve to shut off the water hurry up it won't turn oh get a screw driver can't get it to turn, that's the wrong valve you've shut off the pool, ok that's the right one. WHEW!!!!!
Ok, so today, the plumber comes and I guess we have a slab leak and the house has to be re-plumbed.
I guess no one told the household gremlins that seem to be so intent on having the place crumble, that we are starting a new year and that NOW, everything is supposed to be just PEACHY!!!!
So far this year, I have not spent any time at all in the studio except to try to organize it. I am doubtful about using my regular vacuum in there for the floor, because I think the first swipe will surely clog up the bag and I think I will have to use the SHOP VAC.
Well, that's it for me. I hope all is well with you guys. may we be free from suffering, happy and peaceful. RObin of baggaraggs.