Alice Isabella is Sprung from Jail – a true story for quilters.

The Batting Babes squealed with delight and the excitement of the moment.
They made a big circle around him with their arms outstretched. In their hands they held their rotary cutters with its sharp blade just ready to pop out at the flick of a plastic click…
Now this is a very dangerous thing to do.
Children don’t have a Rotary, Gotary, Lotary license…. so remember ….No touching the rotary cutter until you are at least 40 years old and you can earn your license….

The next issue = Alice Isabella and the long arm of the law.

The Policeman looked down at his feet.
No doubt about it….. this was the pin culprit.
Alice shook in her black boots, her hair ‘winkling’ even more than before.
“Madam, do you know what damage you have done” he said in a ‘gruffly’ voice.?
Alice was too scared to answer. She just shook.

Alice Isabella visits the quilt show.

The Quilt Show. Alice Isabella decided to walk to the quilt show. She tucked her big bag full of quilting ‘stuff’ under her arm and began the walk down the street. There were a lot of people walking in this direction and that. Their feet made loud noises on the pavement. She passed a big line of bright yellow taxis.

Alice Isabella, prepares to go to the quilt show.

Suddenly Alice Isabella got an attack of the tummy jumbles. She realised that she was very nervous about going to the quilt show by herself.
A group of people came in and sat down talking and laughing, so Miss Alice Isabella hid behind the pot plant….

Alice Isabella goes to the quilt show – read it to your Grandies.

Alice Isabella is a tiny lady of undermined age who lives in a note book in my hand bag.
Sometimes she sleeps a lot, but she does enjoy traveling with me.
Today she was so excited because we were going to Cincinnati (sit-on-the-matty) to the quilt show.

She has been waiting a very long time to go and she was really, really excited.
She has her bags full of interesting things… her clothes, magazines in case she gets bored, and 20 cheese sandwiches wrapped in brown paper just in case she gets hungry or just in case no one feeds her or – just in case.

What happened to Alice Isabella?

I began writing stories for the Grandies a long time ago. I can’t be home to share stories with them so a I write them a story as I travel. For a few years I had a  friend called Alice Isabella and she lives in my note book.  She  became quite famous a while ago and…

Whoow – working hard and I spelled Isabella incorrectly.!!!

But I have to go into another program to fix it… never mind. Today I scanned my sketchbook and collected the images of Alice Isabella, the gal who lives in my notebook.   She joined me in April last year, so it seemed fitting that she feature in my April note book Quilt. I finished…

Alice Isabella goes to Paris.

  I've had very little time to do the story for the grandies and all their quilting lady friends… but here it is… Yet another amazing adventure.

  Alice Isabella in Jail