Fusion of Worlds

I found this fabric very enticing. I like the feel of fabric and when there is a combination of textures, I become very excited. This fabric has the chenille as well as the twill textures. I can imagine being in a dentist's office or on a plane and soothing oneself by the stroking of the fabric. I must have always done that.
My Mother grew up in San Francisco and saw a lot of Chinese art work. her Father had a magnificent Chinese chest imported for her to use as a "Hope Chest". I grew up with my Mother's appreciation of Oriental art work. While working with my Uncle, who was a jeweler, this appreciation deepened.
It seems natural to me to combined the West with the East. I scroll through Ebay and lust after the beautiful pieces that are on that site. Every once in a while, I will see something lovely that I know will work well with a purse.
This dragon was made in Tibet out of silver. I don't know the age but when I hold it, I feel the age. The patina alone tells of the years it has been on this earth.
Well, I think that guarding the opening of a purse is appropriate place for this dragon to be in the "New World". He is holding four fish in his mouth, so he will never go hungry!

My New Challenge

I finished this purse on Friday last week. I received this wonderful fabric from my darling niece. It felt like this purse was meant to be. I had all the diverse pieces and they just came together. When I figured it out, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep that night. Sometimes creation is that simple. Oh what fun I had making it. The lining is the same cream color but it is Raw Silk. The sound of the silk is jut like Taffeta......music to my ears! The circle motif is on both sides of the purse. I tried to keep the Oriental feeling though out.
Once again I must show the house beauty, Penelope!

Going to the New World

This is my first post on this new computer. It is a Mac and a big change for me. I have used PCs for all the years that I have been on computers. I am still holding my breath.

This is a cutting board that a friend made for me. I have yet to use it. Knowing how knives make cuts on wood, I hesitate maiming the bear.

This is the promise of Spring after our rains. How beautiful is Spring? Too beautiful to really put into words. It is my favorite season. It is like I can see the world vibrate with new life. Ah!!!!!
And here is the house Princess in all of her glory, sleeping on fabric and controlling my life.

Well, this has only taken two days to do. I hope to post some artistic work in my next post. I need to show that I was busy with other things than playing with cats!

The Shop

This is the best photo that I can find of "The Shop". This building is in back of my house. It has been an intregral part of my life for about 35 years. I started working here when my son was 3 months old. I wasn't going to work for a while and I was going to stay home with my son. But my father asked that I come and help a couple days of the week. It seemed like a fine idea. I didn't realize at the time that that decision was a life changing idea.

At the time, it was a chance for my mother to see my son and have a strong connection with him. They both thrived on being together. It allowed me to continue breast feeding him without any interuption. I got a chance to work with my father. It was all good.

But as life goes forward, things change. My father's contract with a firm that he had sold a design to failed. He decided that he would go back into business full time, now that he had my help. Inch by inch, I was pulled further along into the electronics world and the production of product. I am not saying that I went unwillingly but there was always a slight feeling of resistance on my part.

About 12 years later an opportunity came to sell the designs that he had developed and I felt that it would not end up in my favor. It was at this point that I committed myself wholeheartedly to the business. An agreement could not be found with that firm. I was pleased and I decided that I would take over much more of the sales area.

I remember the first time that I was going out on a sales call, I was awake all night. I kept going over in my mind what I would say and trying to anticipate what they would say. I am not a natural sales person and it takes a lot out of me to put myself forward. I planned sales convention shows, school shows, mailings and newsletters. I did all that I could conceive of doing to further the venture.

I also began to design sound systems as well. I have tried many designs and some were good but some were lasting. It was the lasting ones that filled my heart with contentment.

But the circle closed about 1 1/2 years ago and I wanted to get back to my first love. And that was clothing design. I found the fulfillment that I was looking for in designing purses and realize that I needed to do that.

I thinking that I am finally going to be able to do that and at the same time pass the sound business off to someone that will take it further into the future.

The Ribbon Purse

This is a throwaway photo of my well trained dog Frida laughing at one of my jokes. Frida also imitates me by going gray at a very early age. She is 10 now but she was only 1 1/2 years when she began going gray. I have thought of using a natural hair dye but really don't you think that that is just too much?

This little number I call my "Ribbon Purse". I always amuse myself with the esoteric names I come up with. This purse is made from woven ribbon. See what I mean, how basic can a person be? QED: it is a ribbon purse.
I found the ribbon at FIDM Scholarship store and my hands couldn't get rid of it. It was as if the ribbons had glue on it and once glomed onto, it would not let go. But once I got it home, I had to figure out how to use it. Once again, I used the on-the-go look of this pattern that I made a few months ago. The ribbon seemed to say "I am sport as well as spiffy!". It was very difficult to work with until I found a fixative. The threads pulled out very easily and I have put this purse down a number of times. I decided that it would not work as a purse because of the loose weave. I kept experimenting and found a good fixative and the purse looks like it has a future. The colors are a lot brighter and more intense than this photo.

Trying To Get My Stride Back

All I have to say is computers... you got to love them, even when you hate them.

Even though they are no longer kittens, I will always refer to them as kittens. Then I correct myself. But they are still beautiful, always

Again

It seems that the virus I had earlier this month was not going to be satisfied until my motherboard was completely dead.

It's now dead.

I'll check up on everybody when I get back.

(Just to let you know, this is the G-Rated version of the post I was tempted to write.)

Happy New Year, I guess.

P.S. Back-up, back-up, back-up...