Friday, November 21, 2014

Spiral basket photo tutorial

Every time I open this bathroom drawer I smile. I think of my sister, Laura, sauntering out of the bathroom after a long soak in the tub, rubbing her hair with a towel, saying "You got any Q-tips? I know you've got lots of BOXES…" Eyebrows raised, sardonic grin on face.
Yeah, well. I like boxes.
But in the name of dialing back the Q-tip box wierdness; I'm making these. Flickr user Hiromi W posted this nice little photo tutorial showing how to turn 4 narrow strips of fabric into a boxy basket. It's sturdy and is a very satisfying mini-project for using up long scraps. However lumpen my first wonky-top-stitched attempt… it is still a useful object, and there will be more made—each lined and topstitched more skilfully than the last. Yes!



Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Ballet, books, and books on ballet

Some ballerina and dancing penguin ♥ 
from my (tiny) ballet book collection. 

Paperdoll ballerina. (It's my sister, Nancy).


Penguins dancing… always a good thing.



Tamara Toumanova, 1934—from the book pictured below
The set designs and illustrations in this book are spectacular. 
I must scan more and share in a future post.
Detail from a Matisse sketch for the stage curtain for a Diaghilev production of Le Chant de Rossignol, 1934

Monday, November 10, 2014

To market, to market

Brown things and flowery things around my place today. I am both amused and horrified by how much trouble I am having making a decent pom pom. I've made them with cotton yarn, mohair yarn, and wool. I've used the Clover pom pom maker, the multiple-poms at-once-method, and the cardboard template method. They are not as easy as they look, people! And messy? I'll be breathing mohair dust for days. 
My marginal poms that sorta look more like obese tassels sent me onto tassel research. Lots of interesting reading there, and lovely images, too. But guess what…when you are reading about the history of tassels, you don't get much sewing done. Sewing that I had hoped to finish before a flea/vintage market coming up. Hopefully it'll be a good venue for destashing my big fat collection of cute Christmas stuff

Friday, November 7, 2014

Sew… the crafting continues

Sewing kits being for upcoming market.
Photocopy transfer experiment, and a repurposed jeans pouch.
Probably time to stop with the bad puns on blog post headlines. 
I'll keep it zipped from now on.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Try Dye

Bought a little Dover Publications dye book at the thrift store. I do like to read craft books for projects that are way out my reach; much the same as I love to read cookbooks for recipes I know I'll never have the ingredients, or patience for.
When I approach the idea of tackling a dye project; the mysterious rituals, the myriad supplies with weird names, and the multitudes of ways of approaching mordanting, usually stop me dead in my tracks. This time, I wasn't too concerned about color-fastness, so just rinsed and did a vinegar soak and called it a day. It's fun to see the stodgy little doilies and snowflakes emerge a brand new colour.

But India Flint certainly has nothing to worry about.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Rhymes with ducky


Crankings from an Antique Sock Knitter  ✜  by Karen Lengyeltoti | Mr. Toe'd shop 
Feeling lucky to be wearin' my special socks… 2014 edition. The artisan was a bit puzzled by my request to make them non-matching, but cheerfully obliged—making my bespoke socks on her antique sock-knitting machine, probably much like one I admired at a Shaker museum in New Hampshire a few years back.. 
And just look at her incredible weavings.
Luckily I have her business card and her email address and when I save enough cold hard cash to buy  some, I will. (Just don't tell my husband I'm plotting to purchase 40 dollar towels).
Luckily he never reads my blog.


Monday, November 3, 2014

Farewell October

 Vancouver-Island-style fall colour… brought to you by Alder, Birch, Nootka Rose and Hawthorne.
We really enjoy sharing the road with horseback riders. 

Almond sugar cookies for the trick or treaters who failed to show up. Sigh. 

Magnificent Madrones at Patricia Bay