woven exercise from Jude Hill class made into ornament
wool, cotton, and silk fabrics for this one
cupcakes and tea pots lining the windowsill
I had fun stitching the snowflakes
this one hails from Montreal
tabs have since been finished
turtle rolled and ready to ship
niece’s choral group – Handel & Haydn Society from yesterday
I’ve been on a tear making cloth trees. Next up? A few aprons. I am looking forward to a Cookie Swap this Friday, to C. coming home next week, Christmas, a couple more festive gatherings, and, at the end of the month (oh I can’t wait) – my second cortisone shot for right thumb. Hard to do some of the basics lately. Fortunately, can still sew.
Just listed these items in my Etsy shop — clothcompany. I already have some wonderful balsam-filled sachets to list, so look for those – and there will be at least two Christmas Kitties next week, and — dare I say? — a batch of finished dolls.
We will be making these simple and yet charming tree ornaments in the December “Sewing for The Holidays” class at the New Art Center [Newton, Massachusetts]. Class meets for three successive Saturdays — Dec 1, 8, and 15 — from 12:30 until 2:30. There’s still time to sign up!
Yesterday, I spent the better part of the morning having a love affair with my new tripod (now, now, don’t even picture those dirty things!). Truly, I am having so much fun. To prepare for tomorrow’s class, I made a new felt hut and documented as I went. A total first stab at a still-life tutorial — here. It runs just shy of a minute, so I hope you can take a peek. Criticism welcome.
Meanwhile, the moon has been peeking in my window. This is roughly the view from my bed. Aspidistra and beech limbs talking in lines while the moon makes an illuminated beauty spot, a little like Peppy Miller, and her “little something extra”, in the movie ‘The Artist’.
Digging up and documenting and noodling. Part of my gift to C. for his quickly approaching 18th birthday, is a collection of journal entries about him (I am already way behind schedule!) The picture below goes back much further, however, to a batch of illustrations created for book of poems written as a freshman in college (1975). I’ll spare you the poetry.
Meanwhile, my plaster friends probably have at least another season in them. They certainly will keep themselves entertained. I suspect they are talking about me, here.
Although perhaps they, too, are taken with the moon, rouging them up to a feminine pink here.
This fragment surfaced during the flood clean up. I had set it aside to reincorporate into a larger piece, but when I saw it again, it looked complete. Added the background grid, some of the up and down stitching over the black and zig-zagged the edges. The wonderful house in black outline and tree came from a pair of Capris.