The Queen Bee
The hive buzzes. The honeycomb fills. The drones exchange nervous glances. All is ready for the royal reception. Under a Versailles canopy the magnificent display of velvet and gold delights and enchants.
The Queen Mother has arrived.

Royal Games II

“Off with their heads!” “Let them eat cake!” Bow Down!” “Kiss the Rings!”.
With great pleasure, we present to you
the Queen of Diamonds and the Queen of Clubs.
They join their sisters from the previous
Mirabilia pattern “Royal Games I” (MD150).

They too can be stitched as
two single cards or as pictured.

They are now a full court of lovely
powerful and wise rulers.

“Off with their heads!” “Let them eat cake!” “Bow down!” “Kiss the ring!”

The queens have arrived. The Queen of Hearts and the Queen of Spades will be obeyed by the entire kingdom. They can be stitched as pictured, or as two separate cards.
They are soon to be joined by their sisters The Queen of Diamonds and the Queen of Clubs, all with their own unique personalities
and talents for ruling.

When I was a little girl my 72 year old Slovak grandmother raised my sister and I while my mother went to find herself. Beth and I would run around the house like kids do. She would yell at us not to be “gypsy girls”.
I could never figure out why being a gypsy girl was a bad thing.
Wearing beautiful jewelry and colorful dresses and traveling
with my friends in a caravan sounded wonderful!

So I give you the very good, stunningly wise and mysterious
“Gypsy Queen”.

Thinking about it now, I think that was what my mother was.

I dream of stone castles. Sometimes a dark beauty walks the bridge. Her velvet, beaded gown makes a muffled whisper against the cool marble. I can hear the fluttery wings of her friends in the mist. She is a gorgeous, complicated, sweetly wicked woman.

I adore her.

By day, she tends the grapevines in an old Spanish vineyard, but by night, she becomes Queen Mariposa, ruler of flora and fauna, creater of the most delicious wine ever tasted. True monarchs know the value of hard work, so the young woman begins her journey to the throne by spending her days in drab attire under the hot sun, pruning and shaping the over grown vines at an abandoned vineyard. But by the light of the moon, she glimpses the future when her arduous task is complete. Standing on the edge of the stone patio, she holds a scepter, her jeweled crown studdded with diamonds and pearls, a cherry red overskirt enveloping her blue-grey ball gown. Knowing that all living creatures enhance the growth of the grapes, she summons butterflies and moths to assist with pollination. Just as the enchanted arbor is her chrysalis, changing her from young woman to queen, the vinyard also transforms, blossoming under her skilled hands.

Susan Redington Bobby

Regal in pale periwinkle blue satin against a serene white background, this cool beauty’s upswept hair is adorned with purple violets beneath a beaded coronet. Whisper-white ermine trims her elegantly draped gown, and strands of blue beads lend an opulent touch to her hem. If you find beauty in a clear, quiet, blue-skied January day, you’ll love our Winter Queen.