Friday, August 24, 2012

The first Irish wolfhound I ever saw was this Summer in Wales. She was huge, and her keeper told me that the males were even bigger. I was so mesmerized that I forgot to take a photo. But here's a little portrait.

Pure love.

My stitching has gone small; I'm making a series of brooches for Glitter Market.

Sneak peek

 Simplicity is the removal of the useless and the unnecessary--source unknown

1 comment:

  1. I was alomost given an Irish Wolfhound when I was a teenager. Unfortunately he (Flink) jumped from a truck and broke his hip. His owner decided to keep him, thankfully, and he recovered. Love the brooches...


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