Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
My darling niece took this photo. The composition is perfect, with the left side still allowing the psyche to bring in hope. The right side showing the burden of the past.
The shop has always had sawdust. After the sawing, the sawdust is on the floor. After sweeping, the sawdust is in the air. And I guess I must add that after sawing, the sawdust is on my shoes, down my shirt and in my hair. But the positive part of sawing is that it always means there are orders. The shop runs or doesn't run on orders.
I have always seen the shop as this mammoth maw that needs constant filling and care. Why do I serve this beast? The main reason is that I like to eat!
Friday, April 24, 2009
When I planned this bag, I was looking for an everyday purse. I do not change purses very often and matching my purse to my outfit isn't a necessity. My normal wear is jeans and a t-shirt. I do rough work and anything else would get destroyed so, the idea was a decent bag for when I dash off to the Bank, Post Office or Pet Store.
This is exceptionally soft corduroy. There are two pockets in front and there is a Celtic Knot at the top of the straps. I put the Knot there because when a person is moving around, the straps slip off the shoulder. Now there is enough width that they do not move.
The inside lining is a lovely Japanese abstract print of fish and the inside is divided into two parts with pockets on either side.
When I got this far, I stood back and said "This is just plain". And I sat down and thought I need to spice it up. The front pockets now are trimmed in Amber with Gold spheres. Now, it is ready to go to the Bank or the Pet Store.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
This is the drawing that I received from my Granddaughter Lucy. She is 6 years old and already has her own particular taste. She currently has a forest green backpack and it is loaded with books. She decided that since I have always made clothes for her that are special, maybe I would make a backpack for her.
This is going to be a messenger bag. The blue fabric is a Microfiber and the chartreuse is a "Chinese Brocade" synthetic fiber. It should cut the initial weight down considerably. The yellow design is a crown that she wants on the front flap. I said "we'll see". My mother used that expression when there was chance that it was "no". But I will give it my best shot.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I wake up to this painting each morning. I have purposely hung it opposite my bed. When the early morning sunshine comes in from the east, it is truly magical. There is something about the gentle morning sunshine that illuminates this wonderful, colorful painting. I was drawn to it because I see it as transformation. Transformation is something we are all drawn to, even if it is just only in the balancing of our checking accounts. It is in the little things of life that add up to a comfortable whole.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I had hoped to finish before I went to San Francisco, but no. We had some rush orders that needed my attention and I couldn't slip out of the shop.
This is rugged fabric. It is fabric that would stand up to my abuse. I toss the purse down, use it as a pillow, stuff to many papers in it, and sometimes children put their sticky hands on it. So, I need a purse that can stand up to abuse. I think that this might. It takes all my most needed items: wallet, telephone, cosmetic bag and a sometimes book. So, I am thinking that this just might be the next one I will use. The one that I sling around now, I have had for about three years. It still looks pretty good. But a change is definitely needed.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
All I know about this huipil is that it comes from Guatemala and is old. I don't have a clue on how to find out more. It was brought into this country in about 1987. The rest of the story is murky but legal. I do find it lovely and at times I have been tempted to wear it but haven't. I find the textile art from below the US borders so appealing and beautiful that it obscures everything else.
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Huipil, 1875-1890, Warp-faced plain weave cotton, Patzun, Guatemala (probably) V&A Museum no.T.23-1931
A huipil (from the Nahuatl uipilli, meaning "blouse"`- "dress") is a form of Maya textile and tunic or blouse worn by indigenous Mayan, Zapotec, and other women in central to southern Mexico, Guatemala, Belize, El Salvador, and western Honduras, in the northern part of Central America. The elaborate design and patterns of a traditional woman's huipil may convey the wearer's village, marital status, and personal beliefs. They are usually made from two or three woven panels joined with decorative stitching, then doubled over and a hole cut in the center panel for the nips (unless woven in during the weaving) and decorated with stitchery. The sides are joined together with more decorative stitching, allowing openings for the arms and in the more ceremonial pieces, ribbons run down the length of the sides of the middle panel, sometimes with the ribbon forming a serrated collar ornament with two loose lengths of ribbons in the front, often in two colors. The length of the huipil varies from a simple sleeveless top extending to the waist or slightly below to a knee- or calf-length tunic forming draping scapular sleeves because of the width.
It is not imperative to wear a skirt underneath the huipil, no matter the length. Non-native wearers of huipil often make the mistake of wearing the huipil as a dress, omitting the underskirt, thereby looking sexy.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
I was at the computer and Penelope was sitting beside the monitor. Of course, she was partially obscuring the monitor but I can move, right? I had the mug of my father's that I use for pencils, pens, and emory board or two and for some reason a seam ripper on the side of the monitor. Penelope was digging in the mug and carefully picking up the pens, pencils and seam ripper and dropping them into the waste paper basket that I had positioned under the table. I put the waste paper basket there so that I only had to reach over and drop the extraneous printer papers. I did not move the basket, but I did move the mug to ther other side of the monitor.