Thursday, May 31, 2012
So here's the view from my garden bench! The garden is about twice this length. Tomatoes and peppers and beans, oh my. And my nosy neighbors. Some people say cows don't have much personality, but these two couldn't be more different; the one on the left enjoys being sprayed in the face with the hose--in fact she'll come closer and open her mouth for a drink--the other one doesn't like it at all. On the other hand, the one on the right will let you pet him on the nose, the other one won't come close enough to be touched. But they BOTH come running when they see someone in the garden, they're always looking for a handout.
Yeah, so we got our garden planted, and Preston welded his trailer. He offered to let me do it, but I have to admit I'm leery of the welder. I'd probably zap myself and that would be the end of me. But he requested that I model the helmet, very sexy.
Monday, May 21, 2012
what happened was that I was making this little flannel baby jacket, and as I was looking at the colors in the print I thought, those would make a really colorful baby quilt! So of course I had to go get my tote o' scraps immediately, because you know if I wait I would never get around to it. I'm not really a "quilter" in the true sense of the word, but that's ok. If I had the time and patience to make real quilts nobody would be able to afford them anyway.
Quilts are not something I do all the time, but I guess my brain was still in quilt mode from having just recently finished this purple and turquoise one. Sparky doubted, she said those two colors fight...and to be honest, I think I've lost all perception of what colors go with what. I can not think of a color combination I've never used in the making of powwow regalia. After a while everything I learned in art class in elementary school just lost meaning (and believe it or not, I DID learn that in art class; they showed us a color wheel and informed us that these colors go together, and those do not. As you can see, I didn't pay a lot of attention in school).
People talk about their "muse" all the time, what inspires them to do what they do. I would picture myself as having two muses, sitting on each shoulder like in the cartoons, and egging each other on; "hey, look at that yarn! Why don't you make an afghan? I bet you remember how to make the broomstick stitch". "You know what would be fun? Some little clothes that match those colors, cause you don't see THOSE colors every day in the baby department". "While you're at it, why don't you take the scraps left over from the clothes and make a quilt? You weren't really going to throw them away, now were you?" (I wasn't. And to be fair, I think that last one might have been my Dad. God forbid I should throw anything away!!!).
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
In between the prom stuff and all the other stuff, I've still been working on new things for the store. It makes me happy, and at the end of the day (literally) you need things that make you happy to balance out your work day stress. This is the collar to a little dress I'm making...indeed, it's almost done now that I found out how to make little buds using this Oyster Stitch. Thanks to Carol, who posted this really cool link on Facebook at exactly the time when I was thinking about trying to find some stitch that would replicate the buds in the fabric. Embroidery is not something I do a lot, so I learn stuff as I go when I need to.
And then there's THIS bunch of really bright colors:
I have them left over from my first-ever Grass Dance regalia (more on that later), and I thought a baby afghan made from them would be a good idea. People come in to the shop all the time looking for baby stuff and I just can't keep up! So I worked up this one square to see how big it would be if I used all the colors, and how many squares I'll have to make. As it happens, I had picked up some extremely cute polka-dotted fabric last week that has these same colors in it. So we'll see what comes of that.
And now, it's time to get back to my REAL job! Those prom gowns aren't going to hem themselves, and in spite of every fairy tale I've ever read, the mice do NOT come out at night and finish all my work.