Monday, March 30, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Back before people were asking "What would Jesus do?" or "What would Buddha do?" I was asking my self "What would Jiminy Cricket do?". I am part of an entire subset of Baby Boomers who relied on the Disney insect for their common sense training and the development of a healthy sense of self-preservation. Even before it was trendy, I has a suspicion that my parents were clueless but I would listen carefully to the bug. That being said, here's my new-to-me beach cruiser and me with no beach. Still, I'll wear out the neighborhood and my knees on it now that we can step outside without drowning. Nifty, eh?
The song may be "I'm no Fool" but that was the card that fell from the deck in the full moonlight last night and I find it happily appropriate.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Saturday, March 07, 2009
There was an entire aircraft hangar sized building where it looked like someone had used a bulldozer to push piles of fabric into long rows. That stuff was being sold by the pound (1.50 per) and I got about 40 feet of 300 count, king sized sheeting, white, printed with a .50x 1.50 beige grid...BACKING fabric for the straight-line challenged! There was also a huge piece of sanded cotton duck and another damask tablecloth.
I'm especially excited about the giagunda dimensions of some of these pieces. Big things in the works.
I dreamed that I was working on a piece that was very large - feet by feet large - and someone was telling me that I was committing Fiber Art Career Suicide by working that big. My reply "What career?"
Friday, March 06, 2009
Monday, March 02, 2009
Sunday, March 01, 2009
One of the things I like best about Facebook is the way it dishes up random memories. Colin was playing crack, er, technology dealer on...
Play it again Sam.
Not so fierce anymore. It's hard to say if the intensity loss was due to the advanced age of the dyes or the temps outside which were c...
Not waiting for a surprise cold snap. Mr. & Mrs. Wilson, the swedish ivys were totally out of control. Bits of them have taken hold in...
Without a map or destination, I'm becoming obsessed with this one. The story it belongs with is still largely untold. What I was...
I could digitally remove all the crud from the carpet, but as I'm too lazy to vacuum..... This is a section of cotton bed ruffle th...
This piece is evolving around the theme of secret messages. Evolving because I am winging every bit of it. Even the basted substrate clot...
That's enough dithering for now. I have to get back to business. Here's some of the backstory for this one. I've put it...
I'm on my way to the post office. If you've ordered anything to date, it's on the way!! Have a great weekend. I got stuff to ...