Frankencraften – The Pepper Party
End of summer fun at the farm. Or so we thought. The pepper crop is REALLY in and we have run out of things to make with them. A voice from childhood, whispered in my ear, “Necessity is the Mother of Invention!” This is some of what happened next … Megan Greenholt has [...]
Frankencraften – The Lily and the Cabbage
An unlikely pair, she a descendent of royalty and he, not so much -his blood ran violet. They met one afternoon in the Land of Natural Dyeing, on the side of a country road. The rest is history, told as follows… The courtship was brief, [...]
Frankencraften – Triple Letter Score
27 points for EXIT and 14 for INSIDE This journal was born from a vintage SCRABBLE game, (not to be confused with vintage SCRAPPLE – yuch! ) Not easy switching to the left brain when playing Scrabble or following directions but this book really helped, ECO Books by Terry Taylor. It features all kinds, from [...]
Frankencraften – It’s Scrappy
Starting here… and here… to here… and here. Then I did this… and that… I dare you to find an outfit this won’t go with! Megan Greenholt has a BFA in illustration/printmaking and a MA in art therapy. Warwick Hills sits by a creek at the bend in the road.
Frankencraften – way down yonder in the pom pom patch
Starting here with some thrift store treasures… and ending here with another new pillow for the nest… Anyone else got a bad case of the Spring cleanies??? I have totally reorganized my studio – (which helped clean the webs out of my head as well) – and now I’m moving on to the clothes closet. [...]
Frankencraften – I would like to thank all the Little People ®
Ending here… I owe most of my childhood creative play to the “Little People”. When I picked up that basket of wooden bits, I was transported to a simpler time – eat, sleep, play, repeat. My most vivid memories involve these fabulous torsos. The wooden bits became the people I spent hours and hours with; [...]
Frankencraften – garden gifts
Ending here…. with another gift from the garden. The okra are planted each year with grandiose ideas of gumbo or some other culinary delight, but to my husband’s chagrin , always end up dried and displayed in a vase – (“Why eat it when you can look at it?” - Husband) I really love their sculptural [...]
