The Crow and the Key Hand Embroidery

I really enjoy creating embroidery designs for these wood frames. I wanted to do something a bit more dark, or in a Steampunk genre. It's also a great design for the upcoming haunting, Halloween season.

Look for some new Steampunk cuffs arriving in my shop soon!

Spoonflower and Keys

I was so happy the first time I discovered Spoonflower, but I have never had a chance to design my own fabric. I use a lot of linen and at that time they didn't have a linen available, so I kept putting off the joy of designing. Just before Christmas they came out with linen and I was so excited. I use linen to line my cuffs so I went searching through all of the beautiful fabric others had designed. Both of these are destined for some new cuff designs and new embroidery styles....I can't wait to share them with you in the near future!


I also just bought some antique keys and watch parts from GUS Supply and will be making cuffs to go along with my continued story, "Key Triangulation." I hope to share that with you soon as well. I'm also waiting for two other special purchases...one will be my muse.

We Must Be On Time

The gaslights flicker and create a shadow that allows me to recede from view. I step back and feel the cold, damp walls and shiver. Someone is drawing closer and I realize that it was only the echoing in the tunnels that made it sound like whispers. I can make out vague words, “…further…lock…12th…mad hatter…” They are close to where I stand and I’m hoping they will continue past and not turn in this direction. They stop and I hear the woman’s voice, “wait.” Seconds pass as I once again hold my breath. “There’s someone here,” she says. Her voice is familiar. The librarian. Her companion says, “Stella, not now, we must be on time.” I do not recognize the gentleman’s voice.

They continue on and the sounds of their steps recede. I emerge from my place in the shadows. I will follow, but I look down and see something lying on the ground. As I reach to pick the item up I hear a loud creaking, then something heavy being lifted and slammed. I stand quietly for a moment. I now hold in my hands a tiny, leather journal. The edges are worn. It’s no bigger then the palm of my hand. The lighting is poor, but I can feel lettering or perhaps an imprint. I open it carefully and see writing and other notations. Is that a date? I will examine this more closely later. I place this with the rest of my discoveries.

I step tentatively. I feel nervous; anticipation is building, for I do not know what is ahead. Something has always stopped me from venturing this far into the tunnels. Fear and rumors. As I walk along I examine the walls for any trace of clues. I see an illustration of three gears. As I take the next step my foot hits something hard. I step up and I hear a latch lift, a creaking sound and what sounds like a door opening. Standing there for a moment, listening, I feel something brush past me and faintly I hear, “hurry, we must be on time.”