Crafting In FEBRUARY

 

Crafting In February - Seasonal Projects & Free SVGS

February 2024 Holidays & Events: 

Don't forget to check your personal Calendars for upcoming:
  • Birthdays
  • Anniversaries

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 Where To Find Free SVGS For Valentines Cards

Where To Find Free Valentines For Kids 

 


 

 Where To Find Free SVGS For Candy Boxes


Affiliate Disclosure - As an affiliate for a variety of sites, if you click on the links in this post and choose to make a purchase, I may receive a small commission.  This in no way effects the price you will be charged.  [This IS a list of freebies, but since some of these sites have options to purchase other items, I am required to post this disclaimer]

 

Here's a Closer Look At How I Organize My Valentines SVGS

My February Projects From Past Years:

Rolled Paper Flower Wreath 

Candy Filled Valentine Doilies
 

 
Standing Gnome Shadow Box

 

 


 


 

How To Convert A Layered Manda Into A Shaped Card

How To Make Seasonal Signs Out Of Dollar Tree Charger Plates

Find more of my past projects here:

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Pre-Cricut Valentine Crafts

 




 


 Paper Bag Valentines. 

 Paper Bags, folded in half, and decorated in a scrapbook style, with "5 Things I Love About".  The bag openings form "pockets" you can fill with candy bars and extra treats.  A simple hole punch, and some ribbons, turn it into a "Book"

 Home Made Heart Shaped Pierogies

A Valentines Day Tradition here on the farm

 Making A Button Heart Canvas

Using painters tape to & paint to "stripe" a canvas, then gluing buttons in a heart shape.


 

Mardi Gras falls on Tuesday, February 13, in 2024. Also called Carnival, Mardi Gras is celebrated on Fat Tuesday each year, which always lands precisely 47 days before Easter and one day before Ash Wednesday. In Central Pa - we traditionally celebrate Fat Tuesday with Fastnachts - a heavier doughnut that is not overly sweet, often made with potatoes in the dough. Read more about the tradition, and find traditional fastnacht recipes, here: https://susquehannavalley.blogspot.com/2020/02/its-time-to-eat-fastnachts.html

Mardi Gras Themed Geocaching Event
With Cricut Made Props

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Coming Up In March


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EVERY MONTH  - MORE FREE FONTS & FREE SVGS

 

A variety of sites offer a freebie each month, free to download for that month only

  Find  a list of free bundles - some limited time, some that have been available for years.

 DAILY LIST - every day on my facebook page, I share  a  list of free svgs and fonts.  

Note - Limited time freebies mean they are FREE TO DOWNLOAD for a limited time.  Once you download the svg, you own it, and may use it for as long as you keep the download.

Some downloads are Commercial Use [you can sell things you make with that design] others are free for Personal Use [items you do NOT sell].


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February Poetry
I've had issues over the past few years, with this blog being too link intensive.  To help overcome this issue, I've been adding poetry, regularly, to the bottom of my posts.  :-)
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AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
 The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.

Through clouds like ashes
The red sun flashes
On village windows
That glimmer red.

The snow recommences;
The buried fences
Mark no longer
The road o'er the plain;
While through the meadows,
Like fearful shadows,
Slowly passes
A funeral train.

The bell is pealing,
And every feeling
Within me responds
To the dismal knell;
Shadows are trailing,
My heart is bewailing
And tolling within
Like a funeral bell.
AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
 The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.

Through clouds like ashes
The red sun flashes
On village windows
That glimmer red.

The snow recommences;
The buried fences
Mark no longer
The road o'er the plain;
While through the meadows,
Like fearful shadows,
Slowly passes
A funeral train.

The bell is pealing,
And every feeling
Within me responds
To the dismal knell;
Shadows are trailing,
My heart is bewailing
And tolling within
Like a funeral bell.
A Valentine
by Lewis Carroll
 Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see 
him when he came, but didn't seem to miss him if he stayed away.

And cannot pleasures, while they last,
Be actual unless, when past,
They leave us shuddering and aghast,
With anguish smarting?
And cannot friends be firm and fast,
And yet bear parting?
And must I then, at Friendship's call,
Calmly resign the little all
(Trifling, I grant, it is and small)
I have of gladness,
And lend my being to the thrall
Of gloom and sadness?
And think you that I should be dumb,
And full DOLORUM OMNIUM,
Excepting when YOU choose to come
And share my dinner?
At other times be sour and glum
And daily thinner?
Must he then only live to weep,
Who'd prove his friendship true and deep
By day a lonely shadow creep,
At night-time languish,
Oft raising in his broken sleep
The moan of anguish?
The lover, if for certain days
His fair one be denied his gaze,
Sinks not in grief and wild amaze,
But, wiser wooer,
He spends the time in writing lays,
And posts them to her.

And if the verse flow free and fast,
Till even the poet is aghast,
A touching Valentine at last
The post shall carry,
When thirteen days are gone and past
Of February.

Farewell, dear friend, and when we meet,
In desert waste or crowded street,
Perhaps before this week shall fleet,
Perhaps to-morrow.
I trust to find YOUR heart the seat
Of wasting sorrow.

I'm Not Just February
by Annette Wynne
I'm not just February
With winds that blow
All day, and piled-up snow;
I'm Washington and Lincoln, too,
Who kept our country's flag for you!
I'm Valentine of airy grace—
With golden hearts and hearts of lace
And pretty cards that people send,
Quite as a secret, to a friend.
Though I am short of days and small,
I'm quite a big month, after all!
February
BY MARGARET ATWOOD
Winter. Time to eat fat
and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,
a black fur sausage with yellow
Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries
to get onto my head. It’s his
way of telling whether or not I’m dead.
If I’m not, he wants to be scratched; if I am
He’ll think of something. He settles
on my chest, breathing his breath
of burped-up meat and musty sofas,
purring like a washboard. Some other tomcat,
not yet a capon, has been spraying our front door,
declaring war. It’s all about sex and territory,
which are what will finish us off
in the long run. Some cat owners around here
should snip a few testicles. If we wise
hominids were sensible, we’d do that too,
or eat our young, like sharks.
But it’s love that does us in. Over and over
again, He shoots, he scores! and famine
crouches in the bedsheets, ambushing the pulsing
eiderdown, and the windchill factor hits
thirty below, and pollution pours
out of our chimneys to keep us warm.
February, month of despair,
with a skewered heart in the centre.
I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries
with a splash of vinegar.
Cat, enough of your greedy whining
and your small pink bumhole.
Off my face! You’re the life principle,
more or less, so get going
on a little optimism around here.
Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring.


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