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Glorious Morning, Morning Glory!

“We all have Baggage – What’s Yours?” Challenge for Quilting Arts Magazine

When I saw the spring issue of Quilting Arts Magazine on the newsstand, I was fascinated with the silk cocoons and rods. The purse on the cover was stunning and I bought the issue. When I received my order of cocoons and rods they came with a hole cut in the lower portion of the pod. To me it looked like a little face should be poking out. I started playing with my doll making supplies and found that I could create a face by gathering a circle of fabric, adding stuffing and pushing it into the hole. Voila! The little head was ready for a face! When I dyed the cocoons with magenta, violet and blue, they started to look like flower sprites. The rods once dyed made wonderful petals and the Morning Glory girls were born.

They looked so bright and happy; I knew they would make anyone who saw them smile. What better way to create a bag that shows a positive attitude and zest for life? The fringe at the top of the bag looks like rain that brings life and color into our lives in the spring. As I was working on the bag, Psalm 30:5 “..weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning” kept running through my mind. I printing it on a piece of silk and added it to the back of the bag.

The bag itself is silk dupioni which creates a wonderful base for the elegant bag that any Elf or Fairy would want to carry. The bag has a lattice of silk ribbon and a band of flowered trim in coordinating colors. I have used glass butterflies and metal ladybugs to add to the whimsy of the bag. The edges are beaded with size 6 beads in iridescent colors in a picot stitch. The strap is also size 6 beads in a chain stitch.

The following song lyrics also ran through my mind while creating the bag. They really reflect the sweetness and glory I was trying to infuse into the bag.

Morning Has Broken

As sung by Cat Stevens

lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day



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