ironing

My grandma taught me how to iron. 

Nelly ironed for people back when such services were in demand. Baskets of clean laundry were left on her front porch and in the morning we would sprinkle shirts with water from a stoppered bottle, roll them and tuck them into an enamel pan and put them in the refrigerator. Then she would start in on the things that had been in refrigerator overnight and were scheduled for pickup in the afternoon.

The electric iron was polished and heavy.  Most things came starched from the wash; cotton dresses and skirts with endless pleats, acres of sheets and curtains and dozens of mens dress shirts.

I was entrusted with pillowcases and handkerchiefs once she was certain that I had the important lessons down - never stop moving the iron and, if you had to set it down to sprinkle, you put it on the hotplate and NOT the ironing board. I was allowed two fifteen minute stints of cloth polishing while she sat and watched her TV stories “As the World Turns” and “Guiding Light” with one eye on me the whole time. She never allowed me to iron any of the shirts, a process I found fascinating, with so many steps to the finished product. Everything was stacked neatly back into the baskets they had come from and ladies would stop by and pick them up late in the afternoon.

When I was a teenager my Dad had a job that called for dress shirts and it was my job to get them perfect although he was satisfied to have them on a hangar.

 I was working on one of his shirts the very first time I heard the Beatles.
”She loves you…yeah, yeah, yeah….” was coming out of my mother’s leather bound Zenith portable radio and I clearly remember being grabbed at some core of my brain and looking incredulously at the radio as if I expected it to burst into flames as I leaned over the ironing board. It was the shirt that nearly burst into flames and I had the rotten luck of bad timing as Mom walked into the kitchen just as the smell of scorching cotton snapped me out of it and I lifted the iron off the ruined shirt.

washout day

By now everyone must be familiar with this riot scene - I never tire of it.

Lot's of little things here; embroidered hankies, doilies, bit's and pieces that will all add up to something someday for someone somewhere.


There's that fuggedaboutit blue again!

I'm going to experiment with taking the color down a notch with some of these pieces.

sunday festivities

I mixed a whole new set of colors and set out two dozen mason jars and a dozen steel pans of in the hot Georgia sun filled with pieces of cloth  - an amazing variety of cottons - gauze, terry, flannel, antique linen, cotton jacquard and other things I don't even know the names for beyond old including a vintage Mexican wedding dress that was torn beyond repair. Lots of mysterious yardage undergoing transformation this weekend.

The thing is, I won't be decanting any of these before Tuesday.


Now to try and forget they are out there on the decking waiting.

There are those who will disagree with me but from my experience, batching is mostly baloney when you are using MX dyes.

If the cloth has been well prepped, the dye and the temperatures of everything are optimal, all the color that's going to happen will happen in the first few hours.  

I just won't have the time for all the rinsing, washing and ironing that comes next until Tuesday.

Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's day to my cool dad!

And Happy Father's day to the co-author of my finest creations.. It's good to be the King!

professional photographer...

...NOT. but I do the best I can in spite of studio assistants ever plotting mayhem and interference.

Can we get on with it DeMille? I have meetings all day.

....where's my damned mark!!

gifts

A wonderful gift from afar (thanks Serena) and two other great fiber finds are pointing  towards a serious dyefest next week. I have a few experiments in mind, soy wax to the forefront, and a need for some large, almost solid colored pieces for an ongoing project.

Have to take a long hard look at the colors on hand and see if I can't move them in some different directions.


That's my velvet shawl in the background.The damask leaves seem to be evaporating after much dragging around and machine washing. The cloth was very old and fragile before I ever dyed it. Repair? I think not....

easy choice...

...after some brief navel gazing, rowdy it is . Let's hope the judges aren't wound too tight and fulla de artiselves.

I think this great bugger needs a sleeve too before I can get a proper shot ...what's today? Merely Tuesday.

There's a pool to be cleaned and chicken to cook.

NOT last nights dinner.

monday morning chaos

the morning light in my studio is dazzling. even the chaos is inspiring.

Another postmark deadline looms this Friday and I'm trying to decide on which six pieces would be good candidates for this venue ,





the small and contemplative things

or the rowdy, big stuff...
Which way to go.

Voodoo

Doo gave us a bad scare on Saturday.

After his dinner he was walking across the floor, froze in midstep, growled quietly and collapsed. His breathing was slow, shallow and labored. I carried him upstairs and made him comfortable on my sewing table, his hang out of late. I feared the worst as his breathing slowed and even stopped once or twice.

Colin and I sat with him for several hours. I made it clear that there would be no rushing off to any emergency clinic - he did not seem to be in pain or distress and, if these were his last moments they would be in quiet comfortable surroundings with people he knew. Sweetie even jumped up on the table to investigate. 

As darkness fell, I moved him to my bed where he has been sleeping  at my feet all week. In fact, he has been uncharacteristically under feet and hands for a week or more, insistently demanding attention and biting once it's given. Something has been coming.

While I watched he fell into a deep sleep. Jim and I discussed where we would be digging a grave for him. I fully expected that when I woke up, he would be gone. Colin and Jake both got home sometime after midnight and came in to see how he was, waking me.

As I awoke, Voodoo got up, gave a big Halloween cat stretch and looked around as if to say "What the Hell are y'all looking at?" He was a little unsteady at first but took himself downstairs, and wanted out. I went with him, worried that he would take himself off to commune with Nature in his last hours, as cats will.  Instead, he did his business in the weeds, marched up the driveway to consult with Karma and Juicy who were doing guard duty, and then set off purposefully around the back of the house for the rest of his patrol. I let him go.

A few hours later (it's 2-ish now) Voodoo came back in and announced himself to Jim who was up doing paperwork and led him back upstairs and where he hopped back up by my feet to spend an uneventful night.  When the time actually does come, and it will for all,  I hope it goes this smoothly.

goals - The Sea

From the moment I read the prospectus I knew I had to try to get Neap Tide (left), Spill and Pacific Gyre into
"Art Quilts Lowell 2011:The Sea" at the Brush Gallery in Lowell MA.

Where else could this trio possibly fit?
Finding them in the chaos of my studio, getting them ready and shooting them, filling out the paperwork, burning the disc, getting to the PO before the noon ponies left for the airport...all fell into place auspiciously.



I don't know when I'll be able to make time to get to the sea, so this gesture and the pool will have to do for now.

Spill

Spill (detail)

This morning I starting getting three large pieces ready to re-shoot for an upcoming show only to find this monster (56"x43") didn't even have a hanging sleeve, let alone a name. Now it has both.


Missed the window of light opportunity today but I'll be ready tomorrow.
This will happen.

moths & moon

The usual value problems are here now but it's real early. I was so charmed and challenged by Grace's  beautiful moth- so simple and elegant yet I had to zoom in to see that it didn't just fly in and rest there.


My efforts to emulate it are clumsy by comparison but I'm happy so far - I want to convey the heat, humidity, the noise -the nighttime teams with life, the party never ends.

hot summer night

We are in the 9th day of 90+ heat with no rain in sight. The cats have been testy, the wildlife a bit wilder and the thought of jockeying large pieces around to reshoot for an show entry is enough to cause a swoon and call for a two hour pool break.

I started this last night as a sampler to see how various fabrics and threads worked over a new base material that I have acres of. It's a synthetic - think light weight mattress pads.

I've always worked with W+N cotton batting but with the antique,open weave fabrics and heavy weight cotton thread, shreds of batting were getting dragged to the surface of the cloth. not nice.

This new stuff has little drape which bodes well for the some larger pirate flags in the sketchbook and it turns out to be a dream to stitch by hand or machine. I'll go on with this one and see where it takes me. So far these are vintage cotton lawn and damask  over a piece of that luxury cloth which took the dye so well.

some summer poetry

Fun From Under Your Kitchen Sink

some of these will be for sale here when they are done

When you were a kid did you love "Mr. Wizard" on TV? It was one of my favorite shows. Do cool things with stuff from the kitchen, just don't let your mother catch you. I learned some science and how to clean up a crime scene and make evidence disappear.

So here you have magic made from your common stash cloth, all those batik fat quarters that you bought to excess because you couldn't stop yourself, SoftScrub (who needs to clean the bathroom?) and Aquasafe which is sold in the pet department in the grocery store. (I'm sure there are other brands of both products)

Try starting with fabrics both wet  and dry. I use a hair dye applicator (where ever could that have come from?)and sometimes dilute the SoftScrub with water, sometimes not. Experiment with timing. Add some elements, wait a few minutes and add some others..you will see the changes quickly so don't' walk away for a smoke or a nosh or you could come back to holes depending on the cloth. Remember, the magic is in the bleach so don't do this to anything other than cottons.

When you get to the stopping place (check the backsides of the cloth) take them out on a patch of lawn you don't care much about and blast them with the hose. Then let them soak in a bucket for a while with the Aquasafe to stop the chlorine action. Wash, dry, enjoy! (the large piece on the far right is hand dyed canvas the rest are all commercial batiks mostly from my patron St.A. )

a working anniversary

Our 34th year together and we are both working today, much to be grateful for.

I rescued a few more pieces of cotton lawn and light muslin that got a little more dye than was planned on. Here they are drying poolside...they are making me dizzy!

commitment

Rather than let this one get away from me again ( I found the pieces of cloth rolled in a bundle under the sewing chair) I decided to commit to the basic construction pretty much as it was on the design wall.

My trepidations have been over technique. It happens that all three of the major units of this piece are very old and fragile; a piece of sackcloth from the thirties, an ancient, worn damask table cloth and a strip of percale.

I had to do a little hand repair on one section, nothing could be hidden.
This has made up my mind that all the stitching going forward will be done by hand. Those decisions haven't even been dreamed about yet. I'll have to find a place to hang it up in the bedroom so I can look at it before sleeping.

Of course, some folks notion of art is merely somebody else's idea of a good place to nap or wash one's nether parts undisturbed.

Happy Birthday Jake!

The future tool addict...

Jake giving Moses fashion pointers.

so what do you use your lawn chairs for?

lost wip

Thanks to a reader somewhere in the Netherlands for reminding me why I left this hanging on the design wall for so long. I took it down, folded the elements together in  a small bundle and put it.....where?

Since I moved my day job office into the studio I have literally turned my back on the room and it's in major chaos. I remind myself of the notion of moving a mountain with a teaspoon - one moment you look up and it's gone. Somewhere in the mountain this little bundle awaits further action.

PS- Judy, I found it intact!

Buggy excitement stewing in Georgia

While I was looking for something else, I came across a box of oatmeal that's been the happy home of a host of bugs since it was opened a while ago. There was also a batch of sorrowful cloth soaking in the soda ash just waiting to be raptured. I put them all together with a little magic and dye powder and this time tomorrow we'll see what's brewed up in all this heat and humidity.

survivors

Here are the tadpoles that Colin vacuumed up out of the pool. They are living in a 40 gallon container at the edge of the woods. I sincerely hope that they head for the creek when they climb over the side, and not the pool where they started. No doubt I'll be cursing them once they are screaming through the night with their parents, still, more frogs=less mosquitoes.

more QN thoughts

Thanks to Deidre Adams for posting a fine overview of QN 2011. When I first attended QN the biggest impression I got from seeing the quilts in person was the impact of the sheer size of  the majority of the pieces.

This time my impressions are the overall confidence and intent of the art. Because of the rule about keeping these works unpublished before the judging, I imagine that many of them were created with only this venue in mind.
 
It makes me wonder about my own level of confidence as I imagine designing and building several significant pieces with no input from anyone at all - a secret undertaking with no one to confide in except the mirror which could easily be a font of delusional bullshit!  I am so accustomed to sharing my process and where it takes me that working under cover like that looks like a grim, joylessness sentence. And just imagine getting rejected, three for three, after spending two years in that solitary cell. All the more reason to congratulate all the participants once again.

Sunday

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It's not all drudgery! Put some old cloth into the soda ash soup in preparation for discharge experiments. Spent some time in the pool and sun today, burned up some burgers and kabobs, lingered over the NY Times and finished rolling up the latest batch of magic cloth burritos. In a little while Jim and I will be leaving for Turner Field to see the Braves play the Reds. Woo woo...Night games!

ps- it's really great when the home team wins!

Go Judy!!

This is my friend Judy Martin with her entry at Quilt National.

For those who might not know, getting into QN is the Holy Grail for art quilters.
 
The only shot that would be more perfect would be to see her with this quilt wrapped around her shoulders in a big hug.

Congratulations Judy!

Like Hotcakes..

The first four of the Magic Cloth Burritos are sold out !(thanks to Jude banging the drum). this seems to be a popular way of adding some zip to the stash.

I've posted a few new sets and plan on makin' yer eyes bleed with more tomorrow. Stay tuned.

commitment & magic burritos

commitment...Isn't that getting sent to Wingdale (NY) or Milledgeville (GA)..I'm sure every state has one, the famed nuthouse.
My mother used to say "You kids are going to drive me to Wingdale!" and I'd smart off and say "Give me the car keys".


No, this is a different kind of  commitmen- the kind that makes me feel like someone is chasing me around the paddock, bridle in hand, but I'll get over it.

A map, compass and destination are good things sometimes.  Since I've been a rudderless boat lately I've signed up for a class - Jude Hill's "Cloth Whispering - the Magic Diaries" and before I really even know what's going on I'm rummaging through the cloth, new and old, to see which ones will be a part of the process.

I've set a side a growing group of pieces that will not be coming to my dance and have decided to share them like this. Each roll has 8 to 10 layers each piece approximately 3" by 18" or more - damask, huck, muslin, broadcloth, all chose for that certain spark that sets things off. Some edges are torn and others cut. As smaller pieces get used up, I'll be substituting other pieces of cloth.

I'll be posting them for sale here

signs

One of the many reasons why I love my husband.

When I stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen this morning this was on the table...darling, the coffee was weak this morning but the magic was strong. thank you.

An overnight guest entertained the cat posse from a safe resting spot on the kitchen ceiling.

I took her outside where she shivered in my hand for a long minute reading the lines on my palm with apparent excitement....



and then flew away to get on with her Luna day.

done for now

Some for building with, some for sharing...I'm glad, for the moment to not have cloth hanging around waiting to be worked on. Many of these will be further transformed but for now I want to refocus on making something out of all this raw material.

There are projects to work on, deadlines looming, backburner ideas that are beginning to smoke and a change of pace is called for.

morning filled with color

The morning is filled with color and promise, started this time yesterday in certain faith that this world and the people in it - (although we, most all of us, need some work) - would still be spinnin' and scratchin' today.

 

I am grateful that my new neighbors are early risers/doers. They put two large cages full of parakeets out in the yard yesterday and someone is hard at work power washing the Florida room they lived in at the same time I am hosing  and bashing pots out on our deck.

TGIF

It's DONE and so am I.
Disconnecting now!

What sort of party will you be going to tomorrow night?