Everything except the Sclafani tomato tins for sale. Email me if interested.
Firmly ensconced in the Crap Out Zone starting new Swedish murder mystery (“Fallet”), but wanted to thank everyone for your good wishes and encouragement and also to give a quick report. Sales were pretty good, traffic fairly steady, but the really exciting thing was using my phone to take credit cards for the first time. And, it didn’t snow (like yesterday).
The clay work, by Pamela Schoenberg Reider, looked lovely all on its own and also paired nicely with my quilts (Instagram : @wonderingaboutclay).
Craft Show coming up! Saturday, November 20 at from 9 to 3 at the Dedham Middle School.
One of the best things about sewing for the holidays is the fragrance that fills the living room as I make sachets. This little pin cushion is filled with lavender buds, which means that for a good long while, pin pricks will release the aromatic oils of the lavender.
I will be selling my usual variety of stuff — felt mice, sachets (I have some really to-die-for toiles this year), small wall quilts, cards, blank books, PILLOWS, dolls and fabric brooches.
Given my new 9 to 5 office schedule, this will be my only sale this year.
Newton Open Studios was this past weekend and many, many folks got out and around the city to look at art work and crafts. It’s hard to gauge if there were more or less people than last year, but it was good, whatever the number.
It’s hard to take decent pictures with a house full of people, so forgive the focus on a few of these. I made a lot of cards, blank books, ACEOs and jewelry this year.
A few of Dan Wiener’s clay pieces above… and Maria Mizrahi’s jewelry, below…
My pillows were a big hit, so I’m going to have to find a good source of wool felt.
Now it’s back to Journal Quilts, finishing a piece for the Quilter’s Connection show next week, lining up my next couple of gigs, and mostly — GARDENING!! Yahoo. After a long, dreary, cold, and wet spring, at last I was out today pulling up weeds in the sun.
Jack, the camera-shy Corgi, loves to flop himself over (he sort of tips over, cause he’s so fat) in the sun. No surprise! He was born and raised in Puerto Rico. Someday soon, I’ll sneak a picture of him (remember he is absolutely terrified of cameras) so you can relish his pleasure.