Texture

Just a quick pop in to post a close up of a new work in progress.


Hopefully, I'll have a full view in the next couple days. I'm juggling several projects right now. But, my husband is taking the girls to Dallas for the State Fair tomorrow, so I have two days to myself. WOOHOO!

The Ripple: Done

Yesterday I ran into some friends who mentioned that they were planning on making ripple blankets. This prompted me to report that I had finished mine and that Abi was happily using it on her bed. In fact, she's devised a plan where she doesn't need to make her bed in the morning because she lays on top of her duvet and covers herself with her blanket. Brilliant! She doesn't have to make her bed and, even better, I don't have to remind her to.
This was very much a stop and go project. I'd work on it in earnest for a week or so and then suddenly become enamored of a project that offered more immediate gratification. Also, as this was the first thing I've ever crocheted, it might have been a tad on the ambitious size for a beginner.
Despite all that it's a finished object now and true to form I want to make another one. And, as is my way, I've got to find a way to make the project my own. Abi's blanket includes a turquoise yarn that I dyed myself as an experiment to see how well my fabric dyes work on cotton yarn. I was pretty pleased with the results, so I've already ordered some undyed worsted weight cotton yarn from Dharma. I'd like to make my second ripple with hand dyed yarn. I haven't decide yet if it will be exclusively hand dyed stuff or I'll mix in some store bought, but I definitely want my own colors to play a bigger role.

I tricked myself

Have you noticed? Have you noticed? I've been posting daily for over a week now. It all happened because I was so frustrated with my blogging infrequency that I started to think about what might be the cause of my blog neglect. I concluded that it was pressure, self-imposed of course. I felt like whenever I posted it should be well thought out and meaningful. Well, that was one sure fire way to make me dread blogging. It's kind of the same thing that happens when I start a journal. I worry too much about making my writing interesting or witty. After a little while, I can't take the expectations anymore and I quit.
Well, the other day I gave myself permission to just post a picture or even just pop in to say hello. It was all good as long as I consistently posted. What do you know? That did the trick.
In keeping with my new policy, today I don't have a book to feature( though they'll be more of that later) or lots of new work to showcase. I just have a few humble coasters, recently completed and added to my shop.
Oh, and some new dyed and batiked fabric in my full circle design.

What I'm thinking

Lately, I've been spending a lot of time rediscovering some well-loved books. Most of these books have been with me for a long time, but might have gotten a little dusty while my nose was in some newer book. For whatever reason I'm suddenly called to reacquaint myself with these old friends.
I've looked through this book so many times that all of the pages are loose. Consider that a rousing endorsement. Like Maude Wahlman's Signs and Symbols this book was one of the first I bought when I started making quilts. And it's still one of the best.
Also, like Signs and Symbols, the focus of Who'd a Thought It is showcasing African-American improvisational quilts and their makers. I'm continually struck by how energized these quilts are and how fresh the interpretations of traditional patterns seem.
I love so many of these quilts, I could have easily photographed each quilt in the book.
I particularly love this piece and the way it's organized. It feels new and unique. I haven't seen a lot of medallion quilts lately. Well, until recently. I realized when I was looking at this image this afternoon that one of the quilt projects in Joelle Hoverson's new book, Last Minute Patchwork+ Quilted Gifts reminds me of this quilt. It's probably obvious to everyone else, but that newly published quilt is also a medallion quilt.

Chutzpah

Chutzpah is Yiddish for nerve. As in you got some... Last night when I read my email, one note prompted me to yell out, "Ayzeh Chutzpah." (Ayzeh meaning 'what' in Hebrew). A buyer on Etsy emailed asking if I would be willing to sell an item listed at $65 for $35. Honestly, at first I was so flabbergasted that I posted to the forums section and asked if this was a common occurrence. After being reassured that this kind of haggling was rare and not appropriate for Etsy, I started to think about how I would reply to this request.

Dearest Buyer,
Having just received your request to purchase one of my handcrafted items at practically half the listed price I feel compelled to clarify some facts and pose a few questions.
1. Each and every one of my products is unique, made exclusively by me and requires hours of work. I alone dye, design, sew, quilt, and photograph my work . If I were to honestly pay myself an hourly wage based on the time put into each creation, this item would cost substantially more.
2. Making art or artisan pieces is a risk. An artist puts him or herself out there and sometimes what they create illicits compliments and other times not so much. That is as it should be. However, when someone expresses an interest in my art and then follows up that interest by trying to get a "good deal" at my expense, I can only read that as an insult.
3. Out of curiosity, would you go into Target and haggle with the sales clerk about the price of an item? I'm not a multi-million dollar corporation. I'm one artist making work that I love with love.
4. If the situation was reversed, could I get the good or service you make your living from at half price?

Quiltiness

I haven't officially looked it up in the dictionary, but I'm pretty sure quiltiness is not a word. In fact as I'm writing this, blogger has underlined that word to indicate it doesn't exist. It recommends guiltiness instead. But that's not even close to what I mean. I'm talking about that wonderful quality that quilts acquire after they've been used and loved and, mostly, washed.
This is the baby quilt I made for my youngest before she was born. It wasn't made to go on her wall and she used it. Needless to say it's seen the inside of a washing machine. Now it hangs on the wall of her bedroom and all the laundering has given it a wonderful patina. I love walking by her room and catching glimpses of it. In fact, I make it a point of focusing on the quilt as I pass her room so that I won't notice the piles of clothes covering the floor.
I had asked my eldest to make her bed so I could take this picture. She didn't, but I think that actually highlights the quiltiness of her quilt. It hasn't been washed nearly as much as Abi's, but it still has that beauty that only time, use, love and soap suds can create.
This past week, this quilt came acroos my screen, and I started thinking about the quiltiness factor. I've always photographed, presented and sold my quilts without washing them. I wash all the fabric as it comes out of the dye bath, but not once it's pieced and quilted. I think that might be changing.
Last night when I finished quilting this little piece, I washed, dried and ironed it. I'm hoping I gave it a little quiltiness.

Hanging out the wash

The other day my husband asked me why I've sewn so many tops for myself lately. After initially pretending that I didn't have a clue what he was talking about, I had to admit that I'd made 10 such garments this past summer. His question made me stop and wonder why I'd spent so much time and energy sewing these shirts. Then I realized that making these tops for myself is like the ultimate crafting treat. Sewing them doesn't take a lot of time, I have something new and wonderful that I can enjoy, and I get some recognition from others when I wear my new item. In fact that sense of pride increases when, after someone says,"Hey, I like your shirt," I answer, "Thanks, I made it myself."Most of these tops were sewn on a Sunday. Sunday is my biggest work day of the week. I have the whole day to hole up in my studio and sew or dye. I love Sunday and if it's been a productive day then I allow myself the digression of sewing for myself. It's hard to describe how excited I am when I go to bed Sunday night knowing that the next morning I'll wear something new and newly made. Even the pain of waking up at 4:30 am, driving to swim team and swimming for 90 minutes is blunted by the knowledge that in my dry bag is my new,cute little top waiting for it's debut.
Further proof that it is the little things that make life so sweet.
Just in case you think I'm done with this self-indulgence...