the cephalopod shuffles

Cleaned and oiled the machine; new needle all tested and tight and LO, comes Bloody Murphy and his law. Chuckling bugger.

After checking though half a dozen almost appropriate candidates for top thread, the color I finally chose ran out 20 minutes into the morning.

I've been agonizing over how and how much I wanted to stitch in the background gold and after dreaming it done (and quickly sketching it) I'll have to wait a few more days for that thread to be delivered and get on with it. Something Other, something Big and B&W is in the works but studio time is over for the day...off to the whine mines.

catsuit

And me with no stuffing in the cupboard! Off to Ho-Anns...I just remembered that there's a 20% discount today for having lived so long and still be fooling with fiber.

more later..

Now to cobble together a tail. He's got sass.

regaining footing

I've been feeling like home-made shit lately so I thought I'd start the day right by getting on with this WIP. It's going to have more machine quilting but I wanted to get a proper back on it and found the perfect thing in the closet, where all of the perfect things lurk. This piece is going to figure prominently on the website update..it makes a real splash I think.



Later we went to Goodwill to see what was new and cheap. I grabbed up this cotton sweater for half price and will be experimenting with hacking it into bunnies or something with legs and ears and this very cool lunch box which never saw a sandwich, cookie or carrot stick and is now stuffed with trimmings from my lavender  bush and stinking up the joint wickedly. Feeling better already.

DONE!!!

These two kindergarten quilts are now packed and will be on their way to NY in a hour or so as soon as the mobs at the PO die down.

 I heard that Martha Stewart put in an appearance at the show in Katonah on Saturday. I wonder what she would think about me dismembering a brand new top sheet from her best quality line (the white cloth) to make these two pieces? It's wonderful stuff, a micro fine twill is the best way I can describe it; super soft and weightier than sheets usually are. There's quite a bit more of it destined for the dyepot. And thanks to Melody for reminding me that I can dye indoors in the winter, I'll just have to pop my baggies into the warmed up oven.

Here are a few more pieces that went in the box on the way to several venues in the  Westchester/Fairfield vicinity over the next few weeks. Details when I know more.

A good day at the market..

I've just heard that "The Devil Helps Punch & Judy Get Serious" has been sold.

 Nice to know there are folk out there buying art that's not all hearts, flowers and kittens. I've got lots more dark twists in the cupboard.

are we Modern enough yet?

When I first saw "modern" quilting trending and making a splash I thought "so that's what I've been up to all this time" (since I chucked the notion of following a traditional pattern)

I have a feeling that if I dig back through the blog posts, I may not even find any references to this one. It was folded up in the very bottom of a bin and a pure pain to iron. I do recall that I stopped working on it because I ran out of black/dark cloth from a long ago foray to  MaryJos .

I hoarded scraps of those Timeless Treasures shells to the smallest shreds that you see here.

this one will be quilted over the weekend. Let's hope it holds up to the wash and dry in it's old age!

a little respite

I finally got around to covering up the schmutz that Jimmy got on the chest of this hoody the first day he wore it (and then wouldn't wear it again for the same reason) . I inherited it and always went around looking like I couldn't eat without a bib. It was a nasty slash of orange construction compound of some kind that was totally impervious to all attempts to remove it.

And this morning I'm bolting from the studio for a while and trekking over to Whole Foods. I stole an hour walking in the park yesterday - today I'll get my footwork, sunshine and retail therapy all at once, if I park waaaaay out on the lot at the store.

shifting stance for a better view

"Skull Canyon" by Meghan Wilbar

Nothing from me but here's some eye-candy. I see:

organic (away from the grid)

vistas (away from arm's length)

more of the rainbow 

(the in-between colors too)

What do you see?

"High on Pink" Joan Snyder

"Into Spring" Allison Stewart

"Memory Map Vt Summer"  Emily Miah Stewart

"January" by Patricia Carrigan

"Aired Out" Emily Mason

more production

The first snow carving quilt is finished and I have enough blocks like this one for two, maybe three more depending on how I lay them out and how large I make them. It's hours in the day that I don't have enough of.

The market presented itself unexpectedly and I have to take advantage of it. Still having fun balancing utility and fun design. I wish there was a safe and reliable way to incorporate my own hand dyed cloth in these but kids quilts have to be made to take a lot of wash, wear and tear and I know from personal experience that the hand dyed vintage cloth would be sad shreds before too long.

There will be time enough after the holiday for full-on art making. By then it will feel like pure luxury.

snow carving finished

I've put the last visible stitches in "snow carving". There will be some more construction stitching on the back to secure the damask to the batting - damask has a tendency to relax, stretch and get baggy if you let it. I'm thinking the next venture in bedworx will be on a field of white and natural muslin to relax the look a bit.
I did it with Summer Garden and this one and loved the outcome.

Can you see the patch I added to cover up the tiny pink stain? I'm going to wash and dry it again with a color catcher and  hope it's finished bleeding.

Saturday basket

This greeted me first thing this morning when I came into the studio for the laptop. I've had a vision for a much larger utility quilt based on this design.

I was not feeling too precise this morning so, instead of the very straight and exact hand quilting that I want inside the color fields, I picked up the frolic below that's been languishing in the hoops waiting for my mood to improve. It did.




Both sides of my brain appear to be in working order despite the ongoing caloric overindulgence. Come Monday I am checking into food prison somewhere after a lengthy purge.