Thursday, 31 May 2007
It has, however, come to my attention that people are there but not leaving comments: I have a counter, as dangerous to a paranoid sod like me as a medical dictionary is to a hypochondriac.
Am I attracting shy types, lurkers or, more fascinatingly, perverts? Or is it the hassle of filling in your details in order to post a comment? The first point, I can't really comment on, only to say 'Welcome!' (and if you're a pervert: please clean up afterwards) but the second point: once you've filled in your details, you won't have to do it again. You can then comment on anyone's blog, not just mine. You won't get your face spammed off or any other such virtual heinous crimes. I won't see your e-mail address so you can be as covert as you like.
Are you already a mate of mine, or Mr Yumptatious? Excellent: as many bloggers make new friends via the world of Blog, we are simply cutting out that stage of getting to know each other, although thats tosh as we never really fully know each other so that means we still have lots to learn! Hurrah!
Are you a family member? Now this is why I think my counter is really going up: my Mum reads my blog at the same time as my Dad: she sends him a mail telling him to read the blog whilst he sends an email telling her to read the blog. She gets the email, reads the blog at the same time, he does likewise. This pattern repeats itself all day, gradually increasing the amount of hits the blog gets. This sounds like a maths question in probability...
Anyhoo, to get you started on the comment path, I've included some template comments to cut and paste, but feel free to use your own.
See you on the other side!
My life was a hollow mockery until I read your blog, but now it has meaning, colour and purpose. I am, and remain, your loyal, humble servant.
I'm stopping off at a cake shop/off licence on my way home: what would you like?
Your bags rock my world: where can I buy them?
Do you think Robbie should get back with Take That?
I know exactly what you mean! I did the same thing with mine and I had to spend all day unpicking the bugger!
I love your pictures: are you available for weddings?
I feel your pain
Hahaha! THAT is comedy gold!
I'm a publisher and I want to publish your face off.
A valid point, but I'll have to disagree with you on that one as you are clearly delusional and have no concept of space and relative dimension. I like the monkeys though.
Wednesday, 30 May 2007
And as for the WI: its only on for a couple of hours in the morning, so that by the time I remember, its already stopped. Crap excuse, but honest.
Any hoo, I stopped into a charity shop whilst ploughing through a typical 'mum' shopping list (you know: swimming trunks, coffee, phone top up, deodorant, life etc oh, and my favourite magazine...
Full of joy and clattering mugs, I finally took in the 2ftx12ft sign, proclaiming the presence of a flea market and, insect repellent at hand, went in.
One stall looked like the contents of a wardrobe had been hormonally removed by a PMT-laden woman, intent on finding an item she is convinced is in their somewhere: this would have been the table behind, catching the flying items. Fearing that I may fall in, I moved along.
Eventually, after wading through military brass, old cameras, a plethora of out of date cosmetics, glass figurines and the like, I found a small piece of heaven. Boxes of buttons, some ordered, some dumped into cardboard boxes, some sewn onto strips of card, an old wooden box full of wooden spools of aged cotton, still true of hue, trimmings and ribbon offcuts, memories of projects past. Trying not to drip saliva, I bought a few items to keep me going...
Well how good was my morning going?! I left the flea market skipping then resumed my normal gait as the clatter of cups in my bag suggested potential breakage. All ready to go home, I passed the sign for the WI market, today celebrating its 5oth year and finally went in. It's in a tiny little old Scout hut, containing a tea stall and chairs and a few trestle tables carrying plants, fabric peg bags, organic pressed apple juice, home-made pies, jams, chutneys, and marmalade:
Did my good fortune stop then! No! My Moo cards had arrived!
A bit of evil, pocket sized. Treat your socks with love and respect, kids, or they will, like this pair, turn to the Darkside and blow up your home planet just for kicks (I don't think that champers has worn off...)
Wednesday, 23 May 2007
Jo at work wanted a bag but I wasn't sure which one she'd prefer so took in the lot
Etsy just yet but am taking them to Gazastock, where, in between supping tasty ales, moshing embarrassingly to juicy tunes, I shall endeavour to sell my wares. I'm going to take these felt badges
and I'm making some monkeys too...
and the pants bags are going as I thought they'd be perfect for camping.
We had a riot last year: its in a small field, 20 minutes drive from home, very family friendly and some excellent music. We particularly enjoyed the Mighty Peas and Origami Dinosaur, but to be honest, it was all good. I'm going to stay away from the cider this year, however...
I also made my first skirt, with guidance from this book. In my haste to make a piece of lushness, I forgot to put in darts (and as a curvy UK size 16, I do need them) but I don't care because it sits where it should and makes me smile.
Its for wearing over trousers: bit short, for me, to wear on its own. I can't wait to have another go, but this time taking a bit more care. Perhaps.
After all that creativity, it was time to sort out my hair. I'd had it cut from shoulder length and, although it looked great when I left the salon, I thought it was a bit mumsy. A bit nice. A bit grown up. It made me feel boring, like I'd given up. It just wasn't me. But I kept it for 8 weeks, and at least it was out of my face. Luckily, my hairdresser can reasess a situation and get it right.
from hair frustration (at least it smells good cos its washed with this) to hair jubilation!
Ladies and gents: the beeeatch is back...
Thursday, 17 May 2007
a joyous, psychadelic cotton shopper
'Oh, hello Mr Stormtrooper Sir....How can I help? Rebel Spies?!! Here?!!! I don't think so.....'
....oh. The monkeys were trying to commandeer my happy shopper to restore peace and balance to the galaxy. Its a nice bag, but the Millenium Falcon it ain't.
Vader's booty. But, lo; what have the rebels spotted?
Surely not the one's who informed the Imperial Guard?!
LANDO('s)!!! (and I thought they were all friends)
Friday, 11 May 2007
gaze in a mildly meditative state at the lushness of my garden...
finish these happy flower badges...
make the bags that I've cut up these pieces for...
Monkey Dave, Rabbit Uno and Gaia have been editing last night's notes...
whilst everyone else has been working on the layout and general structural cohesion...
PUT THAT DAMN CAMERA DOWN WOMAN AND GET THIS DONE, YOU CRAZED PROCRASTINATING HARPIE!
They may look cute, but they're harsh.
Wednesday, 9 May 2007
As much as I would love a designated studio, I have to commandeer (sp?) the kitchen. When I get really involved (or my habit of 'I'll just finish this first...' with absolutely no concept of how long a task actually takes) we tend to eat very late.
I shouldn't moan, BUT I do think that having to pack everything away, or at least pushing it all literally aside, does hinder a decent creative flow. I therefore grab my opportunities when I can.
You can see why I had to get rid of my loom...
Tuesday, 8 May 2007
Wednesday, 2 May 2007
But I digress....
Its all go at the moment.
After getting back in the crafters saddle with this
(a blanket made from scraps of fabric I've been saving for...well, who knows what for...a fabric drought?)
I got the bag making bug again, which was a relief as I'd been suffering from a severe creative block. The idea was to use up all the bits of fabric that I have languishing under my bed to make some space for the stuff that is still homeless: our house is tiny so every little inch of space counts. So I thought I'd throw it out to the world to see what people thought, and hopefully buy, thus making space for me and the family. Although I wouldn't mind keeping them!
I've set up a shop at Etsy: I'd love to know what you think.
I've started putting up my photos on Flickr: your comments will be gratefully received!
But its been tricky keeping focused on setting up the shop and Flickr with all this gorgeousness shouting at me:
says it all
yummy blues n greens
sexy reds (can you have sexy buttons?)
oh how I love ebay! They all came in the tin, each one put away for when its needed. Each button with a tale to tell.
I also got these beauties in the post:
the obligatory Japanese sewing book
cups of tea! Its a sign!!!
I love this naive style of embroidery
Not many magazines can claim this, although this magazine does it for me!
I'm off to put the last bits on Etsy so that Bernina and I can create some more gorgeousness!
Have a lush weekend!