Showing posts with label Walnut Ridge Primitives. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Walnut Ridge Primitives. Show all posts

Monday, October 27, 2025

Paper Play

Are there other things I should be doing?

As Mia would say, "Oh yeeesss...."

But....
It's Halloween Week!!!!!!!!

Every now and again I put my needle and thread down (yes, and my hook...except I think I put that down months and months ago and can't remember where 😉) and play at another craft.

Sometimes it's spun cotton, sometimes punching...and, often times, just playing with paper.
There is something very satisfying about making something just out of a simple piece of paper.


 One of my greatest loves is vintage Halloween but anything remotely vintage Halloween comes at a very dear price these days.

And, although I generally don't like "fakes," I couldn't resist making a few of these little treat boxes.


These are made out of heavy cardstock that I aged/distressed to look authentically old. (Both the tops and the bottoms of the boxes are aged.)

This one I made with a cellophaned opening...haven't figured out what I will put in it yet though.

And, when I tired of the boxes, I made this scarecrow pick:


He's on a nice long dowel but I just tucked him in with my vintage hand brooms.


{Scarecrow pick pattern is by Walnut Ridge Primitives}

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On an unrelated and sad note, I wanted to mention that the hooking community lost an incredible artist the day before yesterday.
Marilyn (a/k/a "Good") Becker passed away.
Marilyn was not only a near and most dear neighbor, but an amazing fine-cut hooker and has had several rugs in Rug Hooking Celebration magazine.  She mastered the technique of mimicking a photograph in wool.
I've shared a few of her pieces over the years. You may remember her "Marry Me Mary" rug which was based on a photograph and memorialized her father's proposal of marriage to her mother.


Look closely and you can see the fur that Marilyn incorporated in her mother's coat.


Marilyn read my blog and whenever we were together would mention it and, if others were present, would tell them about it.

She was a dear soul, and I hope she is reading this on the other side.