So Now It's Day 5....

...and all I have to show for the month so far is one thing.  But it's a good thing.

Remember before?

UFO Before!!!!
(That's UnFinished Object, for those of you who may not craft.)

Here's After - after two and a half days of working in fits and spurts while under the influence of a random, kick-butt virus:

Look Not at the seemingly crooked bottom.  I was not THAT sick.  It's just sitting wonky.
And these are not the Droids you are looking for.  (Waves)  What?  My Jedi mind tricks do not work on you?

An insider's view.  What's it got in it's pocketses?  

These photos don't really do it justice, since they were taken using artificial light (the colors are a lot richer).  It's late.  I wanted to blog a finished project, and didn't want it to wait until tomorrow morning.  Because tomorrow morning, I'm starting UFO number 2.

And while I was hunting for the right handles for this particular bag, I came across at least three handle sets that I know I will never use - so these went into the Assistance League collection area.  Aren't you proud of me?  These handle sets were each part of a bunch of three-packs I bought at Tuesday Morning last year.  I figure I got at least two useable sets for each three-pack, so it wasn't a bad deal.  Someone else might like handles that look like cheap, colored, plastic Pop-Beads.  

You never know.

The Chosen One

Got called in to work today, which is always a good thing, even when I'm not feeling 100%.  So it wasn't until after I picked up Son #2 from placement auditions this afternoon that I was finally able to start going through my stash to find a UFO to work on.  While I was doing that, I actually managed to start sorting some other things together for future projects.

The project for today/tomorrow:

Next up!

Darn.  You can't see the fabric very well due to the reflections on the plastic bag it's in.  It's an old-world type of tapestry fabric, a sample that I picked up at Joann's Fabrics.  Every so often, they'll have a clearance of their home dec samples when the manufacturers discontinue certain styles or colors.  I used to live in Ankara, Turkey, and this particular sample reminded me of some of the Turkish rugs my parents bought while we were there.  So I may not be able to sell this one when it's done - we'll just have to wait and see how it turns out.  Ah, memories.

The pattern is really easy and lends itself to a fair amount of embellishing, which is always fun.  I have a couple other purses I've made using this pattern - I'll photograph them along with the finished project and post them later.  Tomorrow.  (See, I'm trying to stay on track.)

Quite awhile ago I pre-cut a whole container of purses to sew up in batches as I got the time (see, now that thinking might actually pay off); as I was sorting through these pre-cut projects, I found this poor little relic in the pile:

Alas.  I am too small for anything other than a driver's license & a set of keys.  Or a couple of tiny dolls.

It was gifted to me by my son's piano teacher a couple of years ago, along with another purse and some sweaters to refashion.  I guess I thought I could clean it and then dye it and do something novel with it, but looking at it now, it doesn't seem that appealing to do all that work for very little.  I wouldn't carry it myself, it's much too small.  I doubt I could clean it well enough to bring it to a sale-able state, so I made a quick decision to put it into the Assistance League pile.  I keep one going at almost all times.

I don't think I could EVER get all these stains out.  I doubt dyeing would even help.  I think the lining is really cute, though.  It's only on the front flap, which doesn't give me much to work with even if I were to remove it.  Too bad.

So there you have it - one down, and one "to go."  A little progress is still progress!  Now if I can just shake this cold so I can get to work......

June is UFO Month

No, it's not what you're thinking.  I didn't suddenly get up in the middle of the night to find myself aboard some absurdly asymmetrical spacecraft.

Interestingly enough, I just realized something - it is about having space to craft.  I am firmly in the camp that abides by the "I-have-too-many-projects-to-do-so-I-can-never-die" mantra.  But it's getting ridiculous in my craft room, even for me.

Knit fabric samples/bolt ends bought to piece together.

T-shirts bought at Kohl's for a ridiculous price - like, $3 - to refashion.

Placemats for purses.  Sweaters to refashion.  And Samurai fabric.

More upholstery style fabric for purses and backpacks from a new store I just discovered.
 Don't even get me started on that one.

For those of you in my family (and for those of you who know me really well), please stop laughing.  I know I've said this before, but I really need to start working my way through all these piles of crafting/sewing/knitting STUFF I keep accumulating.  And in order to do this, I need to set goals for myself.  I work really well with deadlines, as long as they are for other people.  When I set a deadline for myself, though, I tend to think it's not as important.  So for this month of June, I've decided that it will be UFO MONTH.  The month of Un-Finished Objects.  I may not get one done every day like some of the other crafters and seamstresses I've seen in the Blog-o-sphere (see my Blogroll for some examples) - but I still plan to work every single day this month on an unfinished project, until it becomes a finished project.

It won't take care of all the piles of stuff, but it will be a step in the right direction.

A sweater for myself I started about two years ago.  One of many, many knitting UFOs.  

I have friends who are able to simply say, "You haven't worked on this/used this for so long, you just need to get rid of it."  I can't do that.  It comes from living with an incredibly thrifty mother for 18 years.  And from knowing how much money I've spent on all these cuts of fabric, bags of yarn, piles of how-to books and crafting magazines over the years, even though every single purchase was made with coupons, on sale, discount, rock-bottom pricing.

An attempt to corral some of the projects.  

I know I can do this.  The Sewing Assistant knows it, too, even if he doesn't seem that supportive:

'K, momz - I iz reddy to work, LOL!

(Can you hear the gears turning here?)

Whut I do best - HELPINGZ!

 

Oh, My

Son # 2 has long out-grown the decorative scheme in his bedroom, not to mention the bed itself.  I used to do stenciling, hand-painted backgrounds, murals, and faux-finished walls all over the house.  When Son #1 used to have this same bedroom, he was utterly fascinated by cars, trucks, motorcycles - anything with wheels.  When we moved him up to a toddler bed, I completely re-did his room in the aforementioned vehicular fashion.  With a twist.

The cars were stenciled (obviously) using acrylic paints, by my son's request (very, very specific request).  Little details like the steering wheels & highlights were added freehand.  The background, however, was done completely freehand, using the children's classic, The Little Engine That Could, as inspiration.  What you can't see is the meadow, complete with flower covered hillsides.  If you look very carefully, you can see the soft, textured clouds in the "sky" above the town that I slaved over for about three days.  Promptly after I finished the entire room, the husband decided it would be a good idea to repaint the ceiling as well.  And then wiped the extra paint off of the brush, onto both the hillside and the sky areas.  With a different color of white.

Gee, thanks.

Just to give you a rough idea of how far behind on projects I am - this room was originally painted when Son #1 was moving up from the crib to his toddler bed.

He is now 19.

Son #2 inherited this room when he was born and we moved Son #1 across the hall into the recently vacated roommate's old room.  Since Son #2 is now nearly 16, it is high time for a makeover.  We've been discussing colors and arguing about his choice of deep purple (love the color but I'm shuddering over the possibility of having to paint over that again at some point).  We settled on green as the wall color with the dark purple as a trim color (like maybe a stripe toward the ceiling).  I happened to stumble on a fabulous site today and it totally got the creative juices flowing - Cutting Edge Stencils -and I'm trying to talk him into letting me do this on his walls:


In colors to match his scheme, anyway.  The jury is still out on that one.  I really like it.

I'm still drooling over this site, though.  And trying to figure out how I can duplicate this on my vaulted family room ceiling:



The birds are the only thing in the stencil.  The sky would have to be done by hand.  Part of my ceiling is 8ft high, but the opposite wall vaults to over 14ft with two skylights.

But I Just.  Have.  To.  Do this.

This was the Sewing Assistant's reaction when I showed him what would be going into that room:

WHAT?  BIRDS?  WHERE?

Sewing as Meditation

We hurry so much and cram so much into our days.  It seems like a bad thing anymore to take the time to slow down and really put some time and thought into whatever we are doing.  As if you might be punished if you are contemplative or mindful.

One of the things I really enjoy about being creative is using my hands.  Sure, the computer helps to get through certain tasks more quickly so you have more time to enjoy other things.  Computerized sewing machines (with matching software for the PC) have revolutionized the home sewing industry for sure.  Some days I feel like my sewing machine is smarter than I am.  But I only truly feel creative when I am holding my work in my hands, whether it be a needle, thread and fabric, or a paintbrush, or an ink-loaded rubber stamp, or paper and glue, or a pen, pencil, or pastel stick.  It is only then that I feel truly connected to my work, to my ideas, to my muse - and to the final product, whatever it may be.

I did get my sewing machine back the same day I took it into the shop, but I had already mentally prepared myself for the possibility of not having it for a couple of days.  I planned to do nothing but hand-sewing.  Since I didn't have to leave the machine overnight for the problem to be corrected, I could have done some other projects, but I just wanted some quiet thing to do instead.

So today was all about handwork.  Nothing fancy, just some hemming.  I do have a blind hemming feature on my machine and could probably have finished all six pair in record time, but I've found over the years that I actually prefer hand hemming - not only because often it looks better (and you can make minor adjustments as you go, which is difficult while speeding along on the machine), but also because it makes me feel connected to past generations.  I always think about my ancestors when hand-sewing; I wonder what it would be like to completely hand sew a garment from start to finish and wonder if I would even have the mind-set to do so.  The majority of our ancestors didn't have a lot of leisure time to sew - with few exceptions, it was an activity of necessity, not of luxury.  And yet, looking at vintage textiles and thinking about the hours and hours of time put into them, you can't help feeling like part of that person is still there - that there is still a voice of sorts that could tell so many stories, if only we knew how to listen to them.

Time seems to be suspended while I'm working with my hands, which doesn't happen with other activities.  I think I need to set aside some meditation time every day.  Somehow, I always forget how accomplished I feel when I'm done, until I pick up a project like this to do.  Of course, if you factor in how much longer it takes to do the job by hand, you don't end up making much for your time.  But sometimes, that's just not the point.

I Always Knew I Was Different

Oh, heavens.....I've been immortalized in plush!

Eyeleen The Alien cloth doll



No crafty news to report today - sewing machine is still on the fritz (and I may have to dig out the ancient Janome whilst the Viking Husqvarna is in the shop) so all I will be working on will be hand hemming.

Bo-ring.  But sometimes, boring is nice.  Nice, and non-taxing.

Especially after cleaning up the "gift" my older cat left on the couch cover for us to find last night after we got home from the movies.

Laundry at eleven, anyone?

Off the Needle

Wow, it's been longer than I had anticipated since I've gotten to any crafting, sewing, or anything else!  Serving on a couple different committees, one board, and wrapping up loose ends for a volunteer position I really don't want to give up, but have to.  In the middle of all of this, a family member became extremely ill and required emergency surgery (and is just now starting to come out of the woods) - it's been a long, long week. Or two.  I've lost track.

I have been doing some hemming & alterations for a family friend; though that's not truly blog-worthy, it is still something accomplished.  Some weeks, that's all you can celebrate.

So the other day, when Son #1 approached me and asked if the Girlfriend could come over to get some help on a biology project, I took it as an opportunity to do some crafting - slightly odd-ball crafting, but crafting nonetheless.  Could I help her make a baby for a demonstration?

Whoa.  That sounded like a loaded question, for sure.

Turns out that each group in the class took on a different system in the body and needed a report, research, a display board and some kind of visual effect for their presentation.  The Girlfriend's group is doing the reproductive system.

Oh.  Okay.  (Whew!)

They will be making a paper-mache "womb," from which a demo baby will be shown being "born."  It needed to be flexible, sort of generic, soft, not weighted, and not necessarily biologically accurate.  Not like the pseudo-babies you sometimes see high school sex ed students carrying around haphazardly (you know, the ones that are supposed to teach teens reasons to abstain).

Off we went to pick out some flesh-colored cotton fabric.  Of course, as soon as we went past the dollar fabric bin we both had to go through it.  And then there was the remnant gauntlet to run.....LOL!  I am a confirmed fabric-a-holic.  I will be the first to admit it.  No cure, sorry.  And it looks like I'm training a new recruit.

Back home again, we look on the internet and find a free cloth baby doll pattern (if any of you sew for charity, there are some terrific, easy patterns here) that can be used for personal purposes or to give away.  It was just the right size, easy to sew in no time at all, and cute.  We printed out the pattern, and after cutting it out, for some strange reason, it reminded me of all those CSI shows on TV:

A sewing victim.

I started sewing and got almost all the way around it - until my machine started jamming up.

Oh, No!  She's gonna hurt me!  Oh, Noooooooooo!

Rats.  Off the needle, cut the rats' nest out of the bobbin area, rethread, start the machine again.  Jammed again.  And again.  I'm thinking now that after this particular embroidery snafu, I may have actually done some damage to my sewing machine after all.  This cloth baby may turn out to be more expensive than just all the extra remnants I purchased today.  Sad face.  It was already too late to take the machine in to the shop, so I had to sew the rest of the doll up by hand.  Tiny, tiny backstitches.  Turn it, stuff it, hand-stitch the "joints" for the arms & legs, stuff the head & body, then hand-stitch the back closed.  Then it was on to the umbilical cord.  Old pantyhose, stuffed with polyester stuffing, put some thin red and blue yarns strands into it to simulate the vein & artery, then pull it in tightly with more hand-stitching so it doesn't look out of proportion.

More hand-stitching than I've done in awhile.  I think I'll leave the rest of the hemming until tomorrow.

The Sewing Assistant, however, still thinks that he is the new furniture inspector.

Our newest knick-knack.

Isn't he realistic looking?

Don't even get me started on how he was...."helping".......when the technician came to the house to calibrate the big screen TV.  At least he didn't jump on the poor guy.