I entered my mid to late twenties last week. My back hurt when I woke up today and I have found more than one grey hair in the last six months. My middle aged classmates call me a baby, but I swear I feel older than last year. I caught myself saying that I’d like to go back to the age of 5 and relive life. I think I’m having a mid-life crisis.
Moving on. My best friend sent me some awesome brightly colored Navajo wool for my special day. I swear this girl knows me too well. Bright colors? Check. Something unfinished, so I can put my own touch on it? Check. She’s amazing. That’s why she’s my best friend.
I love this fabric so much that I have taken it out of its box at least once per day to admire it. I cannot wait to sew with it, yet I’m terrified of ruining it. I have a track record of ruining things. Working on that.
Currently an over the shoulder purse, with a long strap is taking the lead. But, I want to enjoy this fabric for a lifetime, and I wonder if a purse might be too trendy?
A covered pillow is a close runner up. And I am almost positive I can’t screw that up.
What do you think? How is your week? Are you having a mid-life crisis?
Signing off now.
When I was between the ages of 19 and 23 I fell in love with cooking. I tried new recipes, experimented with exotic ingredients, and I made everything extra decadent. The cheesier the better was my motto back then. I also acquired some lovely love handles that would be my nemesis for those four years.
Then I moved to Portland, was handed down a sewing machine, and soon I was betraying my love of cooking for playing with scraps of fabric. Those love handles mostly disappeared. Thank you lord.
Grad school came around, and I’ve now found zero time to spend on cooking which has created some bad habits. Like walking to the local grocery store and picking up packaged sushi on a nightly basis.
Tonight, I was looking through my Pinterest food board, and saw the lettuce wraps I pinned so long ago. My world has been rocked. I (with the help of a certain fella) can cook! I suggest you make these pronto, your love handles will thank you
I’ve also discovered a food blog I can appreciate. This girl gives me goosebumps…like…every.single.post.
I spent a grand total of 8 or so hours yesterday frantically sewing up my entry for the VintageModern Design Challenge. Mind you, in that time, I did six loads of laundry, walked to get Froyo, walked back to get groceries and bathed one very muddy Beagle. You could say I was…umm…less than enthused about this project. But it’s done, and I’ve think I’ve gotten more satisfaction checking “Make Vintage Dress” off my to-do list than actually completing the project. So it goes.
If you remember, I had great visions to update this retro pattern.
That pattern, turned out to be just a tad bit frustrating. After many, many adjustments and about a half yard of fabric taken in, I came up with this.
I’m not thrilled, but it’ll do. I didn’t press my seams, sorry Mom.
I added some vintage table cloth material for the pocket and neck facing. A little vintage makes everything better.
Check out all the entries here!
I have one single printing screen I made during screen printing class about a year ago. But let me tell you, that screen has gotten more play time than a bad Britney Spears song. I think everyone in my family owns something that is made out of my one single, print. It’s time for some new screens.
That being said, I can’t help but share with you a memorable evening spent with my oldest sister and a wonderful Great Falls potter and artist, Judy Ericksen Larson. My tired screen got to venture into new territory this night: printing on clay!
Instead of using fabric dye, glaze is applied to the screen in the very same manner. I used three different colors (black, a rich brown, and a chartreuse green) on large pieces of clay that had been rolled fairly flat. After I printed the clay, it was laid over a slump mold to form it into the desired shape.
Whitney helped me stabilize my screen. I forgot how labor intensive printing is!
Judy, being wonderful, as always.
I had to leave Great Falls before I could see what the final, kilned product looked like. Regardless of the outcome, I wouldn’t have traded this night for anything. A truly splendid, cozy creative setting; I wish I could spend all my time like this.