Saturday, October 31, 2015

stitch, patch, play


once upon time, long, long ago...

the best stories when i was young always started that way

this one began a few years ago... i had a hankering to play about with fabric and stitch - no direction, no plan, just pick some fabrics and some threads and make something pretty

a little while ago, it came out from the pile and i finished it 


it was another in a long list of things i started with no plan for what they would be in the end

i like that - working that way

sometimes i think we are too attached to making a thing, to being finished, like it's a great big mark of achievement... making this or that in only this much time

"get 'er done"

i try hard not to be annoyed by it, letting others have there fun, but sometimes i just shake my head

i'd rather be the one that made it than the one that has it, and i like it best when i have no idea what it will be


 i went to a daytime quilting retreat for three days in september - oddly enough called the 

"git 'er done" sewing weekend

i was the only one in a room full of quilters that didn't bring their sewing machine

instead, i elected to bring hand-work... three projects, all being done by hand, all having been lurking about in my sewing room for at least a year or two

i decided to make this one into a pouch to store my liberty of london fabrics


 the flattened hexagons you see above were all that was done before the weekend began

i added the flower below to what would be the bottom front of the pouch - pentagons arranged to form a flower, gathered seam binding for a ruffly flower centre and a bit of embroidery to add interest


the top portion of the front got simple square patches of fabric appliqued in place - i love this part best

hands down

the simplicity of the patches, appliqued in a row, with breathing space between them is my new very favourite thing

i want to applique squares on everything now 

simple patches, simply beautiful


i liked that i left space in places, outlining, but not filling


pretty stitches with pretty thread



in the end, it's probably the most under-stated thing i've ever made, but it's high on my list of favourites


people at the retreat kept wandering over to my table, usually in disbelief - that i was content to sit, with all my threads and scraps spread out before me with no sewing machine to be seen

content, i was, to play the day away...



Thursday, October 22, 2015

a little of this... a lot of that


last year i developed a penchant for fashion books, specifically, a series put out by the v & a museum in london

fashion in detail for the 16th, 17th, 18th, 19th and 20th centuries

as well as 

a history of underwear, in detail

beautifully photographed examples from the museum's extensive collection along with wonderful anecdotal information and sketches

i'm in a class over at contemporary embroidery where karen is having fun trying to keep us all somewhat contained - this class is so amazing and everyone is doing wonderfully inspiring work

I'm a little behind, but plugging away

we're sampling all things stitch and design related, working loosely in the format of the design industry itself - at our own pace

it's fascinating

for my inspirational jumping off point i chose this...


line, contour, detail - many elements, yet so simple

i had a copy made of the original - far more orange than what it looks like in the book, so i thought i might pursue that a little in my early stages

first came an inspiration board of sorts


looking at certain elements, creating a kind of story board


 extending some of the lines


doodling shapes

 then another sheet, a little more abstract this time



now creating surfaces

always pulling out different design elements, enhancing some,  exaggerating others


interpreting and re-interpreting



taking a construction element and creating a design one


stitch, rip, tear, glue, sew



today i'd had enough of the orange - not saying i won't go back to it along the way, but for now, its off the menu
 

 this one's full of smoky neutrals, with a hit of duck-egg blue

my favourite colour combo these days



machine lace, reverse applique, even tried my hand at drawing lace


quite fun, quite forgiving - i'll be trying my hand at this again!


 I'm learning so much about how to look at things to garner inspiration, how to stretch out an idea, creating surfaces and so on


as i said, we're sampling ideas, building a library of them, to be referred to time and time again - all beautifully mounted in a lovely ring-bound sketch book i bought last year at granville island

i'm making an investment in my own creative future, to refer to when i'm feeling stumped, a place to turn when i lose the map and can't decide on a direction

 a book i can curl up with on a rainy day and remember what i did on a different one


Thursday, October 8, 2015

an undoing and a doing again...

so can someone please tell me where september went???

i'm not sure i've ever known a month to fly by so fast... i'm still feeling like it's late august

in some ways though i'm not so sad it's early october

having always liked fall best, i'm glad of shorter days, cooler weather, oven dinners and more time for stitching and sewing - i've even reduced my number of work days from three per week to two

i have high hopes of finally getting some long awaited projects off my work table, and perhaps a new one or two begun

what you see below falls in the first category... begun back in the early spring, perhaps even late winter, now i think about it

as is often the case with me, the story really began long before that...

two large boxes of embroidered table linens were bestowed upon me a few years ago - and soon after i spent a blissful morning sorting through them; one pile for pristine pieces, another for the too far gone to be good for anything ones, and a third for things that had salvageable parts but that had stains and/or tears

one in particular had such bright happy colours - it was a square table cloth, about 40" x 40", with an embroidered hanging basket of flowers in each corner
three corners were in good shape but the fourth had stains, as did several areas of the cloth

using my large square quilting ruler, i worked out a good block size, and cut the three out, after which i framed them with different brightly coloured thirties' print fabrics



i thought about removing the few lines of the hangers but decided that you would most likely see the holes, as well as colour transfer from the dark floss, so in the end i thought i would leave them - they're part of the provenance of the cloth and i like that


 three squares, in a row, setting triangles in white on the sides and ends, forming a rectangular runner


the white cloth came pre-embroidered with these wonderful circles which i like very much

as i was figuring out what to do for quilting, i thought i'd like to add a little embroidery of my own - 

i'm thinking of a few lazy daisy flowers scattered within, and perhaps without, the circles - i'll start with that idea and see how it goes


rummaging through my box of embroidery threads, i found matches for most of the colours - except the purples

i'm not a great fan of purple - i like looking at it and wearing it, but not working with it 
weird, huh?
i can't figure it out but there it is

anyway - in my determination to drastically reduce my supplies, and to make do with what i have rather than buying more, i hummed and hawed for a bit... a skein of floss is still less than a dollar, would only take up a little bit of room, etc. etc. etc.

thrift won the day though and i spent some time with scissors, needle and magnifying glasses and carefully unpicked enough embroidery from the fourth remaining corner to have a few small lengths of thread that i can use to add a little embroidery to the new piece


extremely fiddly, some stitches came undone easier than others, but as i went i found my mind wandering to how it might have gone the day were made... who was she, was she sitting comfortably in a chair, on a sunny porch perhaps, or did she stand by a window like i did, in order to see better? 

was it a gift for her mother's table, like mine is, or perhaps the reverse is true

  working quietly, mindful of the fragility of the thread, concentrating on the in and out...
the undoing of someone else's work is a humbling task , almost an apologetic one

and then i came upon a tiny knot

was it to anchor a beginning, or an ending, i wondered?
 

i saved it, and will use the same knot in my stitching, to bring these two pieces together at yet another level


maker, and maker

not just using, but an integration perhaps?

 where one couldn't be without the other

i do like that