It's Goode To Be Back!

After some time away, it is certainly great to be back. I have been sewing, but for orders and samples. I had a difficult time trying to keep these wee folk from peeking out into the world before we were all ready. My Olde Salem Witch is one of my very favorites tonight on TDIPT Mercantile. I love Early Work and she certainly embraces it. I will be making her for local shows this summer.

Now these two characters have a wee bit different tale to tell. Yes, they are available on TDIPT as finished pieces, but they are also available as patterns!  You may preorder them and they will be mailed out starting next Wednesday, July 21st. They are 9.00 each and 1.00 to ship one, add .50 to ship both.For orders outside of the US, please email me for shipping.

To Order Directly:

By PayPal:

Use thegoodewife.folkart@yahoo.com and put the names of the pattern(s) that you wish to order in the message area.

By Check or Money Order

Send payment with requested pattern(s) to: Stacey Mead, PO Box 165, Granville, NY 12832

Credit Card

Please call (518) 337-8055. After 7pm is best, if I am unavailable, please leave your name and number along with the best time to call.

A Goode Visit Had

What is better than a trip to see friends? Enjoying the history and the food along with their company! Tim and I only had a couple days, but they are already fondly etched in our memories. Bailey and Jess are still there and enjoying the summer with their new found friendships of Rose and Annie.  We had a wonderful visit to Williamsburg. I never get to see it all, but that's why you just HAVE to go back. Next time, Jamestown is the first stop. Yes, Virgina, there will be a next time...and not so many years will go by before we do it again. A big thank you to Ron & Susan for their fine hospitality and to Arlys, for a great evening of catching up. We'l be back!

Virginia or Bust!

Summer has come full force here and there is excitement in the air! I have been working very full days (til the wee morning hours) making samples and filling orders...lots of orders! Store orders, finished friends and quite a few patterns. It's that time of year when we all like to create. It's been a crazy pace with school finals and taking care of my Mom, but well, I haven't been bored since about 1987.


Tim and I will be taking my daughters to Virginia on Friday. The last time I visited my dear friend Susan, Ron and Rose; Bailey was just walking. Jess and Annie weren't even thought of. Now, four young ladies will get to enjoy each other...really enjoy. Aunt Susan is very, very brave to take on two extra teenagers. Bailey and Jess will spend a few weeks as they all have a grand adventure. Did I mention how brave Aunt Susan is??? 


I will be taking time off from Simply Primitives, but hope to have new friends on TDIPT ~ July 15th. I am trying my best to make this next week a full vacation for me...it's going to be difficult. I already packed paper and ink.....shhhhhhhhh, it will be our little secret.

Summer In The Palm of My Hand

There is something about Summer Solstice that just makes my heart smile. Perhaps, it is the memories of past or the joy of making new. It is road trips and the smell of barbecues, the laughter of friends and family. 




It has been a few years since I've felt the sand between my toes or enjoyed the milky smell of palm leaves. Tim and I are gearing up to take the girls down to Virginia and let them enjoy a summer with dear friends. This is bound to produce huge amounts of giggles, tons of hugs and friendships that will last them a lifetime. The girls will stay and test the strength of their much loved Aunt Susan and Uncle Ron. Four teen age girls will gang up in giggles, as adventure lies ahead. 


Tim and I will return, as I will be awaiting the heads up for my move and prepare what I can. A show is right around the corner and that means plenty of wee folk to be made. There is a lot of living and memory making to be packed into the next eleven weeks. Are you ready?...on your mark.....get set.....GO! 

Father's Day Above

Happy Father's Day Above ~ As much as all of us miss you, today is not a day for sadness, but rather celebration. You give us all wonderful memories filled with laughter. I know you and John C. are keeping The Boss very busy. 


My heart is with you Dad, not just today, but every day. You made me who I am. You not only encouraged me to dream, but you let me know that I had to do the work to make my dreams come true.Here's to you, Herbie, a Koolaid toast from all of us!

Dancing with Deadlines

Hello, allow me to introduce myself. I am Bella, the Princess of Pumpkins. I am here to tell you that The Goode Wife is fast at work bringing wee folk alive. In the  weeks ahead, she has much work and well..... hand loved friends are not to be hurried. You may not see some of these friends here, but chances are you will recognize them in several shoppes. It is also a family time for the Goode Wife as she will be moving all of us sometime soon. We do hope to give her a few days away to spend with dear friends. I'm sure she will come back refreshed and VERY inspired. Do enjoy the gifts that Summer brings and don't forget to visit often. 

New Pattern Releases!

I am excited to announce the release of FOUR new patterns tonight! I'd like to thank you all so much for your patience. It it takes quite a lot of work to get the pattern masters together and my days have not slowed down one bit. The models for these are for sale on Simply Primitives.

Early Homestead Rabbit

Early Homestead Horses

Bickey Brown

Bibbity, Bobbity & Boo

You can order the patterns now. They will be back from the Print Shop on Friday morning and I will be sending them out in the order they came in. Patterns are 9.00 each. 1.00 shipping for the first pattern and .50 for every pattern after. For shipping outside of the US. please email me for details.

To Order Directly:

By PayPal:

Use thegoodewife.folkart@yahoo.com and put the names of the pattern(s) that you wish to order in the message area.

By Check or Money Order

Send payment with requested pattern(s) to: Stacey Mead, PO Box 165, Granville, NY 12832

Credit Card

Please call (518) 337-8055. After 7pm is best, if I am unavailable, please leave your name and number along with the best time to call.

These ARE the Goode Ole Days

I'm not sure who set the pace at "full steam ahead" but I am hopeful that my life navigator knows what he's doing. I can't remember the last time I was bored...I think it was back about 1985. Oh, I am thrilled to have so much work when the economy is still slow. I'm sincerely thankful that I can roll out of bed and into work each day. I love that my days are filled with everyone and everything. My girls are growing fast and I enjoy the gift of each one.

I have been working feverishly to finish orders and get them out. All last week, there was a train of boxes, tape and tissue paper to deliver wee folk and patterns. I have 2 more to do tomorrow and I'm fini..er...well, I thought I was. A few phone calls and a store order later send me off and ready to sew. Labors of love are not 9 to 5. Creativity creeps in when you are showering or even trying to sleep. There are odd shaped papers with notes and what looks like scribble in every room. There is no tidy notebook, no nicely sharpened pencil or neatly folded piles of fabric on a organized table. It isn't pretty at all, but it is my work.

I took a couple days off from my work this weekend for my other passion, one just as intensely full of love and joy. My life beyond the art. This Saturday, I had the pleasure of watching my oldest, Bailey transform into a Princess in front of my eyes. With Joe beside her, they rode to the Prom in a fire truck from the fire dept where she lives. Yes, this Mom did cry and wonder, just when did she grow up and become a lady??? As you can see, there wasn't time to keep wistfulness close as my ever loving Tim, "the biggest child" kept me smiling. Not to be outdone, is "Jess of the Sharp Wit". Don't let this serious picture of her fool you. There is a certain lad at school, that now sports a assignment book wrapped in pink duct tape with kittens and tiaras pictured all over it. Ahhh... well, I may not have an average or perhaps normal life. It's not perfect nor staged to look like June Cleaver lives here...it isn't clean and pretty....but it's happy and full of glee. I may work at what I love many long hours, but times such as these show me how truly rich my life is.

Another Side of Me

I'm fortunate that my parents always nurtured creativity in our house. I've sculpted since I was a young girl and for several years would earn my money at local craft shows as there weren't many teen jobs available here. It's always so special when someone shares that they still have one of my little critters from back then and the connection that they have with it. Before I found my groove in Folk Art, I discovered Paperclay. It was okay, but I never devoted the time to build a relationship with it.....not until last year when I decided to try a class using it. I enjoyed it...so much that I would steal time away, just to explore with it. Finally I decided it was time to put it out there and share with you. I can't tell you just how much I enjoyed working in clay again and adding it into my love of yesterday. Each piece showed it's own spirit every step of the way. It gave me times of uncertainty in my own ability, but I think that it is very much like riding a bike. I would now like to formally introduce you to three wonderful Ladyes.

• Grace is the sweetest little sparrow and so delicately painted. She is inspired by
• the olde sepia photographs.
• Faith is a Harvest Pumpkin Angel . Her arms and tendrils are made from rusty wire. The wire has the ability to speak so expressively and it is a favorite of mine.
• Finally, Fiona the frog... I was able to just let whimsy run wild and she makes me smile every time I walk by her.

All three have slips, bloomers and dangling feet above a wooden stand. They are all very much one of a kind pieces with simple details such as glass bead buttons and plenty of hand stitching or what I call, love stitching. I will certainly be making more friends this way, but I am not letting go of my other wee friends...just sharing a different side of me.

News Aound The Hen House

Like most of you, Spring brings much activity to our families, and often goes in several different directions at once. Our area and mountains have busted out in various shades of green and I am enjoying time outside, as long as the pollen count isn't too high. The bird song is beautiful in the mornings and coffee on the veranda with Tim a treat. My days end after midnight as there is so much to fit in. Some of my wee friends are stretching their wings and you will be surprised where you will see them, but be patient, that is for next year.

In all of this, we had quite a bump in our road these past few weeks. My daughter Bailey was taken quite ill and spent 2 weeks between her Doctor, the emergency room, tests and even a hospital stay. What was thought to be an her appendix, was then thought to be an ovarian cyst, and perhaps the gall bladder. The culprit, in the end, was her liver. It was a huge wake up call for us. You see, Bailey is one of so many of our children that is overweight in this country. She is my comfort food eater and even though she goes to a nutrition group every week, it is difficult for her to understand it all with her Autism Spectrum. Her body has said "enough" loud and clear. Fat is being stored in her liver, much like it would be on a alcoholic. Bailey learning how to become a vegetarian. She simply has no other choice. She is learning and embracing it...and realizing that Mom's smoothies had tofu snuck in ~ Netty's cereal is really "the bomb" and rutabaga fries are fun because they have a bit of sweetness to them. I however, realize that my favorite soy/chai drink may have to be hidden....

I am now trying to catch up on pattern orders, mailing wee folk to their new homes, a sea of samples along with my offerings for TDIPT, due tomorrow night. It is never boring around here, that's for sure. TDIPT will hold a surprise for many of you as I share my work in a different medium. It is one that I am quite familiar with. I have taken nearly a year to just explore a new form and see just where I wanted to go with it... it won't replace my love for my wee folk, but instead embrace another part of my heart. Til the morrow ~

Better Late Than Never

Meet Dame Dimbleby and her pet fly, Precious. She kept a smile on my face, the whole time I was bringing her to life. Being a caretaker for a parent does keep me more than busy lately. Some days it is difficult to find the extra time around care taking and 2 teenage daughters to work and create even just part time. I am ever aware though that when my care taking journey ends soon, that I will be unsure what to do when my lively days quiet down. There will be changes ahead for me, but in the meantime I will be taking care of my family first and creating during any stolen moment that I can.

Simply Primitives opened last night, but Mrs. Dimbleby was a wee bit finicky about which dress to wear. She finally decided, but it was too late for her to make her debut. She is joined by two other friends of the green; a Swamp Toad named Hadwig and a leaping Prince Charming, ready to plant a smooch on his Princess. Everyone will be up shortly on Simply Primitives along with the works of my less tardy friends. Please stop by and enjoy some smiles!

Extremely Goode

There is nothing so satisfying as to see your vision come together. Sometimes you don't realize just how long you have spoken through your work, until someone points it out. This weekend brought my dear friend and high school classmate home for a visit. She was looking at my little friends and giggled that the wonky bead eyes that I love, started long before this muslin journey. They were evident in drawings and sculptures made in high school. I drew constantly, and loved the feel of clay in my hands...and still do. The whimsical spirit if my work still comes speaks loud.


There is another side, however that pulls and challenges me. The simplistic nature of extreme primitives can be very difficult to capture successfully. It speaks to my soul and draws me in. My Early Bee Charmer is entirely personal and is very much my soul. I have always been drawn to the early tombstones in my area. I enjoy making rubbings and collecting them. A chat with a friend whose family is known for their beekeeping inspired and brought together my Bee Charmer. I love how the design elements pulled together and captured my inspiration.. she is

my personal favorite of all the offerings.

Tomorrow starts more Halloween friends and work that will actually make it's impact for next year. I have been fortunate to have a couple opportunities to try my hand at and although you won't see them until next year, I do believe you will recognize the work...even in a different media.

Do stop into TDIPT and enjoy the work of some very talented ladies!

Dancing With Bifocals

It's official. I've joined the ranks. A couple of years ago , I bought "cheater" glasses because I couldn't hold the small print past the length of my arm. Lately, I began having problems with the cheater glasses and off to the eye Doctor. I went. He laid it on the line for me... my eyes were getting worse. The astigmatism of my youth was still there and the cheaters were ruining my eyes. For the past 3 weeks, I have been trying not to use them, making computer work and sewing difficult.

Yesterday was my first full day with the new bifocals. I must say, it is an interesting dance. By last night, I was seasick. Going downstairs to do laundry resulted in a death grip on the handrail and toe taps to ensure each step was really where I thought it was. At times it was an odd, "I Love Lucy" show, but when it came to sewing on the machine and reading a book....it was heaven. I wanted to raise my hands and shout in glee~ "I can see! I can see!" It's going to take me time to fully get the hang of them. I'm sure that I will provide entertainment. It's a kind of "Right of Passage" to the 40 and over crowd. Recently as I was talking to the brother that is just a year younger than me. I found out that he has them already.... nanner, nanner, nanner on him! Sometimes it's the little things that make your day just a bit brighter.

Missions Accomplished

As I look at the photo's of my offerings tonight, the pictures seem serene. It in no way, tells the story of a mad woman blindly, working. Nor does it reveal the chaos of the entire kitchen; both the table where I work or the counters where my work spilled. Not a hint, that the stove and sink are piled with empty pots, pans and dishes. It looks more like a crime scene than that of a creative person meeting a deadline.

It seems that no matter how I plan my work days and leave a completely reasonable amount of time for my offerings... I am still working on at least one slacker on upload day. The past week has been a challenge indeed. Add to the mix that I needed to permanently set aside the cheater glasses and wait until my new "fulltimelearntodealwithbifocals" arrive. This should have been last Friday. Needless to say, I had no choice and cheater glasses did help me through this deadline.

Like many of you in the Northeast, the excessive rain hasn't been a joy ride. I am thankful that we haven't had the flooding, but I did have my own little sump-pump-turned-fountain drama at one in the morning. True, it is never dull and I never know what the day will bring. Right now it is bringing new help for a couple hours a day to take care of my Mom. I can't tell you how much it means to have someone help for just a little bit when you are care taking someone in your family. We have always been fortunate to have found good and caring people. It is sad to see someone leave, but this time it has brought a couple of aides back to us that we enjoyed and have missed. For all the bumps, trials and tribulations, everything did work out just fine. Tomorrow starts another day and I am nearly ready to crawl into bed....I hope. Enjoy my little friends on SIMPLY PRIMITIVES. Somehow they all came together after a bumpy journey.

Are We There Yet???

Birthday's are always so dependable and come along every year, right on time. "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night...I'm forty eight today and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. The day will be nearly the same as most and a little more special than some. Life really is a journey and I still have a lot of journey left. Just like any other road trip, I'll interrupt it from time to time and ask...."Are we there yet?"

Celebrate Spring

March always finds me eager for Spring. Last week we were fortunate enough to have a wonderfully long stretch of sunshine and warm temperatures. Now it's back to our regular Upstate New York March and I feel a even stronger yearning. I am still caring for my Mom and creating as time allows. My heart however is at Millie's this week!


I can't tell you just how badly I would love to drop in on Millie and Robert for their Spring Open House. We have shared many a laugh and a tear together. As Millie would tell you, if we lived closer, we'd be dangerous together! She is a kindred soul and I'm sure that in a different life, we have played hooky and gone fishing for our dinner. Millie and Robert are Caretakers of Olde. Their home is featured in Jill Peterson's book, The Settlement. Jill's magazine, A Simple Life has just been released and is a huge success. If you are not close enough to stop by the shop, just click on the invitation above and you can step into the shop and browse from your home. Millie and Robert are happy to oblige you and I know that you will enjoy them as much as I do. Much love to you both~ I miss you!

The Long Way Home

I'd like you to meet two of my new BFF's: Corinna the chicken and Paulette the cow. Animals are an endless source of inspiration for me and where I live, farms are close by. You would think that these critters would be just flying from my brain and on to paper on a regular basis. Sometimes though, the idea can be simple, it's just pulling exactly the look you want and putting it on paper. While Paulette came trough rather easily in face, I wanted to play around with sticks for legs. Corinna however just was going to be stubborn. I found that with Corinna after hours of sketches, pictures and yes, the real thing...her face came from looking back on my own work. Maybe you will see a bit of my Jake the Turkey in Corinna. These two wild and crazy girls are available on TDIPT tonight. Do stop by and visit them along with the works of many other talented artisans.

It Takes A Village...

It is evenings like these that make my heart smile. I am me, wrapped in memories and knowing that I am who I am, because of so many. As I knead the dough for pizza, my mind brings me back in time. My brother and I holding tight to each one of my Mother's hands as we make our way across Main Street and to DiBernardo's.

This is the place that my Mom worked as a teen. As we walked in, Angelo would shout, "Hey Scrubbo!" to my brother and ruffle his hair. Many times we would walk through to the kitchen where Jenny would be at the stove, over looking the biggest pot of sauce I had ever seen. Many times we came with our Mother for a soda and if we were very lucky, a piece of candy. These times would find us sitting up to the counter as we twisted our bottoms on the stools. We would always take a peek under the counter and check out the blobs of multi colored gum stuck there.

Sometimes we would sit at the booths and have a meatball sandwich for lunch. This simple lunch was pure heaven, but it was Jenny and Angelo's pizza that ruled. It was what we based any other pizza on, and still do. I still can remember the smell mixed with the cardboard box as it made it's way to Grandma's kitchen table. There were times that my Mother would make it for us as Jenny taught my Mother how to make the pizza sauce. Although it was very good, there is something to be said about the proper oven for a pizza. Jenny passed away a couple of years ago; she was 94. Tonight though, she was beside me and I smiled the whole time. I realize just how fortunate I am to have had them both touch and be so strong a part who I am, even for such a humble task, as making pizza for dinner.

A Sparrow's Sweet Song

I've been wanting to do this wee Sparrow for over a year now. I guess, that I needed to wait until just the right time. While shopping a couple of weeks ago, I came across the fabric for her dress. It needed to be inspired from the woods in my back yard. When I came across this piece, I knew that it was time to make her. I was watching Jane Austen's Persuasion last weekend and I knew just who my little Sparrow would be,. Dear Anne was sweet, beautiful and bright....yes, my sketch would take form in fabric, it was time and I was ready.

As three snowstorms hit our area this week, I was dreaming of the earthy smell of a Spring forest and the song of the birds way before the sun peeks over the mountains. I always love bringing the stuft muslin to life and each step she stole my heart. I never thought that I would capture a sparrow's looks as well as I did. She took many hours as layer, by layer her markings brought her to life. I am so very please with her and I know that she will fly away to a new home and be loved. Like any Mother though... it won't be without a tear shed.

Anne, along with her friends are on Simply Primitives as it opens tonight. Enjoy my treasures along with those of my fellows artists.

My Job Or My Life?

Looking back over the past 7 years and trying to put up my new website, I wonder how I managed to come up with all of my little friends. If you could see my little Kitchen Table Studio and the areas that my work spills into, you would probably be asking why I ever wondered that at all. There are an amazing amount of pattern pieces, files and sheets of paper. Sometimes I think my ideas have all dried up. I have ideas yet to be sewn to pick from when the block hits, but then, at some point the ideas come back. Sometimes it's one or two here or there. Sometimes it's a barrage and I am torn between wanting so badly to fall asleep and being afraid that I'll forget by morning. I've been known to race out of bed and go straight for paper and pencil.

After I finish writing this, I will in fact, end up in the Recliner Studio. Tonight, I'll do some detail stitching for my Simply Primitive offerings on Sunday night. Paper and pencil are already right beside me in case I am inspired and I am hopeful that the approaching storm is not too bad. Perhaps If I am lucky, tomorrow will find me working on several things, such as finish work, uploading and pattern masters. This house has a life to it and other than a few hours at night, it is rarely quiet and peaceful!

I've learned over the years, that this is who I am. There is no off button. I can't just do this 9-5 and have weekends off. I feed my heart and soul with it and balance the rest of my life as much as I can. I can't imagine the concept of retirement and my girls can attest to the fact that even on vacation, I bring a few things to work on. I am fortunate to do what I love and even more fortunate that friends and family understand. I can't imagine working for someone else again. As a fellow artist told me at our last show, "Where else can I walk into work in my pj's, a cup of coffee and be a half an hour late." It's not an easy job, but it does have a few perks, no pun intended.