this little guy
on the left,
I’ll let the banner speak for itself. This Art Market runs May 1st through October 30th every year in South Boston. It is open Sundays 10:00-4:00. I believe it’s been around now for eight years, although I just heard about it.
The typical wares are on the trendy side and all the vendors seem young. It is bright and crisp and I was happy to discover it. I showed up on a wintry day in October (the last show for the season). People were freezing,
and, in case you were wondering why people are dressed so un-Bostonly, they were having a Halloween costume contest ; )
I finally finished these wall hangings a month or so back. They were in the works for much longer, and I had collected the fabric and inspiration from the fabric store that I used to work at which, unfortunately went out of business a couple of years ago. This one was all my idea, inspired by the suggestion the fabric made to the seasons, which I call ‘Four Seasons’:
This one I’m really proud of–I simply love how it turned out! I was copying one that hung in our fabric store, but I made it from my remnants and had to improvise a little. I believe the fabric store one was supposed to be mountains and valleys, I call this one ‘NYC’:
I know it was a little while back, but I’d still like to share a few things I dashed off a few Valentine’s Day cards (ok, this first one wasn’t exactly dashed off)…
That’s what I say. These just hot off the press (by which I mean sewing machine), and there are more coming. Seriously, though, what more perfect gift could you get that expectant mother? These are durable, padded, stiff affairs guaranteed to keep food off of baby’s front. And what mother wouldn’t be cheered by the brilliant patterns and colors? Hound’s tooth on the back, velcro closure. $13.
Check them out at aliroseart.etsy.com …
Thank God for LibriVox! What is LibriVox, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you. LibriVox (meaning voice of the book in Latin) is an online site chalk full of books in the public domain recorded by volunteers. It is how I get through the sewing day. So far, I’ve listened to the first Waverly novel by Sir Walter Scott, Shirley and The Professor by Charlotte Bronte, A Memoir of Jane Austen by her nephew and The Watsons a fragment by Jane Austen, The Mysteries of Udolpho and A Sicilian Romance by Anne Radcliffe, Evelina, Camilla, and I am currently listening to Cecilia by Fanny Burney. The ability of the readers varies, and upon occasion they have been too theatrical for my taste, but, generally, they are very good and range from such countries as Sweden, India, China, New Zealand, England, and the U.S. I have been particularly grateful and entertained to listen to these early works, since I have never seen them in any of the public libraries that I’ve scoured in search of books on tape. I have long been a devotee to books on tape, a trait I inherited from my father while working in his wood shop doing tedious tasks. I could never find the time to read all of these great novels while keeping up with everything else I am trying to accomplish, and they blend well with my own menial tasks such as sewing. I am collecting a list of wonderful quotes and uses of words foreign to me and will post some of them at a future date. What I will do when I’ve exhausted all of the pre-Jane Austen works, I don’t know. I think I will have to volunteer to read one of them.
i have a cutting addiction. Not what you might think though–I am addicted to cutting fabric. The last two, three? days have been blur of fabric and the rotary cutter. My boyfriend comes over, I’m surrounded by fabric in squares, strips, larger squares, zip-lock baggies indicating projects to sew, my calculators beside me as I factor how many strips and squares each project requires. Nothing can stop me when in such a mood. It’s not just about being on a roll, it’s about cleaning, organizing, going through those stash piles and assigning a place for them. Using the most variety of patterns for each project, while managing to go through the whole pile. It’s about making room for other fabrics, other projects. What a rush! Hopefully a sewing addiction will follow shortly…
here is my first ever Cat Quilt! You can think of it like a cat-pad or cat protector. The purpose of it is to keep that constantly shedding hair and those incessantly stretching claws off your furniture! The main thing I’ll be using it for is in my craft space to keep the quilts and piles of fabric free from molestation by my cats. As all of us cat-owners know, cats are infinitely curious creatures. They will smell, touch, and sit on anything new. For me and my craft space, this meant that within an hour after leaving a project, I would find a cat or two (particularly this one, Wimsey) on whatever I had temporarily abandoned. Often I am visited while working by a napping cat making himself comfortable on a pile of pencils and fabric. In the interest of my products, something simply had to be done!
a couple of weeks ago I was inspired to sew my own watercolor brush holder. I’ve been taking a watercolor course at the Worcester Art Museum and had been eyeing the various brush holders that everyone except me had. Most of them were made of industrial-strength-looking canvas and to me appeared rather choppy and unartistic. One of my fellow classmates had one made of bamboo which rolled up and was really very elegant of which I approved; another woman kept hers in an ordinary towel stained with many a year’s worth of paint. The only case that really intrigued me was a soft plain white canvas one with a rounded flap edged in white. Hmmm…
“Do you mind if I look at this?” I asked the woman sitting behind me quickly approximating the size and shape and counting the number of brush slots in my head. “I’m going to make one,” I explained, “I have just the fabric.”
The next week I sat down at my place as usual and took out my paints, water container, and the brush holder. It felt conspicuously colorful to me and soon my classmate came up to me saying, “That turned out nicely; I love the colors.” “Thanks,” I replied. “Do you have any more?”
I had thought of this, and, seeing that I had enough fabric for two, had one in reserve. “I actually made two,” I confessed, “the other one’s at home.” “I’ll buy it,” she said. “I’ll bring it next week,” I said with a smile.
Money was exchanged; two parties were content with the transaction; and I had my first sale.