Poor in $$. This month has been hard on the pocketbook, for sure. Travel expenses were expected, but not THIS many travel expenses. I am looking forward to a life less struggly in the next little while. So, I’m sewing to make that happen. I usually work better with a concrete deadline. This time, the deadline is my stomach — as in, I really don’t want to keep eating rice and beans for a 30 more days! 🙂
Five little ones quilted and ready for binding. Three more to go tonight, and I’ll be on track to have inventory sufficient for sales meetings this week and Crafty Supermarket in November. Fingers — the ones that aren’t blistered — crossed that all this pays off. Next week, back to knitting.
As of 8/15, I’ve gotten eight quilt tops done! I’ve got until November to get to 25 for a show, but between now and then I have to box some knitting kits for sale, make some sachets and sachet kits, make the weaving kits, and design the booth! It’ll get done, because it’s fun and because I am #toocraftytobebroke anymore!
Here’s the inspiration for the booth that I’ve been working on. It needs to be portable and reusable. This, from Christina McDaniel (can’t find the link, sorry), might work, as I could put everything in the trunks and wheel them out? I’d like it to be a little “cleaner”, like no ivy and more white, but still …
And, here’s quilt progress. I was up at it late last night and will be for the next little while, but I’m having a blast and feeling motivated again! #makedo
Happy Little Friday Eve!
From Completely Cauchy, this. Presented without comment because none is needed. She is one of my favorite human beings in the world.
…is a 1934 poem by William Carlos Williams, a sweet love note about some quasi-stolen plums (jump to 49:43 for a funny TAL bit spoofing it). It reminds you of the little things we do to each other without apology knowing we may hurt each other in ways big and small. And it’s the working […]
via this is just to say… — completely cauchy.
It’s been three months in my new place … but you wouldn’t know it to look at the amount of boxes that are still strewn around. My old apartment doesn’t work in my new home — the furniture is wrong and the rooms are much bigger (or taller, at least – 20ft. ceilings sound good in theory, but in practice … it can seem cavernous). Pinterest is no help, because I don’t have an extra $82,000 burning a hole in my pocket to buy any of the furniture there, nor do I have access to my own woodshop and paint studio to do any of those DIY projects. Still, I’m hooked. Between Pinterest and Justina Blakeney, I’m down one rabbit hole of beauty after the other!
This, above, from Stephen di Donato, is my biggest inspiration. Completely impractical (Russell Jenkins + Peanutbutter = no white couches. Ever.) Justina Blakeney’s pillows, and that blue couch, though, might just solve all my problems. Click on any of the images to go to her site. You won’t be sorry!!
On the way to New Haven for another family trip, and couldn’t be more excited. It wouldn’t be a family trip if we didn’t find and LYS along the way. These two made our list, and we plan to swing by on Saturday:
Click here to check them out! I was struck by this beautiful piece (and I don’t usually like shawls!) on their website:
Click on the image to go to the pattern page. It looks like fun!
Second stop on the journey is going to be at The Yarn Barn in Woodbridge. I’m anxious to see what’s going on here, as the Yelp reviews have piqued my interest. The big takeaway for me is, be ready to embrace the “barn” part of The Yarn Barn. I’m game! Stay tuned for updates.
For, every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you. — Walt Whitman
I’ve been working on a piece of writing for a presentation at an upcoming branding conference. I’m still working it out, but the presentation is going to be about witness marks. Typically, these marks are made by a repair or crafts-person so that the next repair- or crafts-person who comes along will know that a particular piece of equipment goes in a particular space. Largely they’re used in things like automotive manufacturing and in clockworks. And, they can be accidental, or caused by the natural wear that comes with use. The words “witness mark” make me feel … I don’t know? Nostalgic? A little melancholy? I’m not exactly sure how to name that feeling. There is something about the idea of there being a physical, tangible trace of the hands that were there first that gives me goosebumps.
Anyway, I’m working on writing that presentation (but not very hard since the deadline is weeks away) and in looking for good source and reference material, I keep finding myself falling down internet rabbit hole after internet rabbit hole. The good news is since the deadline is a ways out, I can spend some time exploring before I really get down to work. The fruits of today’s exploration can be found here.
I don’t know why, but I found myself more than a little misty-eyed as I watched several of the videos. Maybe it was the surprise at finding they weren’t the hokey cheese-fest I’d expected. Maybe I forgot how I loved Walt Whitman when I was younger. Maybe (just maaaaaaaaaayyyyybe) I miss the south a little, teeny, tiny bit.
Probably all three.
They say idle hands are the devil’s playground. Or something like that. Anyway, satan’s going to have to find someone else to mess with. My hands are busy!
That’s 2 quilt tops cut and ready to sew. One more to go tonight to keep on schedule. Assembly begins tomorrow!