Glass Blowing

 Last Christmas I got a gift of going to a glass blowing place to take a little class. I got to make a flower with a little help from the teacher. There were about 7 others there also, and the teacher gave a demonstration on making a flower, then we got to make something: a flower, a bowl, an ornament, or a paperweight. It was a lot of fun and it turned out great!

~Selena

I drew my shoe.

 Yeah. I drew my shoe, just plopped it down in front of me and drew it. I haven't had a ton of time for art lately because I've been so busy, but I was at a friend's house and we decided to draw our shoes. :) Quite fun, actually. Truthfully I didn't quite finish: I didn't draw the stitching, I just drew lines for some of it; and I didn't put the brand name on it. But here it is.

PART TWO OF POST, HAVING NOTHING TO DO WITH DRAWING SHOES  :) :P

I while ago my family got the idea from friends to make these things called dreamboards. All you need is a large piece of paper and some magazines. So our whole family sat down with this stuff and made them together, looking through the magazines for things we like or dream of doing. Then we cut them out and glued them on. It was so fun and it was really cool to see everyone's different dreams and things they're passionate about. Each family member explained some of the different things they chose to put on their dreamboard to everyone. I'm not going to do that here:), but I still thought I'd share a picture of my dreamboard with you...

~Selena Joye

Project Finished!

For Christmas 2011 my grandparents gave me a lap loom. And, *embarrassed smiles and coughs* I just finished making something on it about a month ago. :P But the result is pretty cool. I did everything: weaving it on the loom, making it into a bag with an inside liner, and making the handle. It's not big, but it's special because I made it!

 

The Weaver

 

My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the underside.

Not til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

    
-Benjamin Malachi Franklin

 

 

I really like this poem, and it has even more meaning after experiencing weaving on even a lap loom myself.

 

-Selena Joye