martes, 29 de abril de 2008

lazy sunday afternoon

I forgot how much home life changes when you have a puppy. We wished for a lazy Sunday afternoon, sitting on the balcony floor, exploring books, sipping juice. But we underestimated the power of annoyance of a six pound puppy. Just 23 minutes after we sat and took our first sip of that wonderful carrot and passion fruit concoction (believe me I hate carrots… but this was delicious) juice was all over us, the books and pillows; and the half eaten cupcakes along with their paper cups had disappeared in the jaws of our little troll.

sábado, 26 de abril de 2008

Case 2: Solved!

Not only did the itchy topiary pillow finally fulfilled its reason for being created, but it found a loving home far away from me!

miércoles, 23 de abril de 2008

little hungry anarchist

My dear friend is the proud owner of a purse tissue holder… I asked her to loan it to me, and now the time has come for it to go back home… with a little friend in tow.
It was my first attempt at embroidering something that was not formed by x’s and my first try at appliquéing.

martes, 22 de abril de 2008

MMD, step 1

I´m putting the virtual pieces together for my first quilt. Each color is a different fabric. Basic squares combined in freehand. Should the seam allowance be 1/4 inch? I´ll need to browse some quilting blogs to figure out details like that. Wish me luck.

jueves, 17 de abril de 2008

a whole new direction

I’m going to take a break from cross stitching after I finish my latest wip. Can’t wait until I’m ready to start making new things, which is not going to be easy since... I don’t know how to sew, the sewing machine was my mother’s. Stitching the project below took weeks, but quilting and binding it only took a few hours, I’m all for instant gratification.

miércoles, 16 de abril de 2008

a promise fulfilled

I didn’t know she was losing her sight, so when I found a project she had been working in a drawer, unfinished, I had to ask.
“Can you finish it for me?” was her plea.
“You’ll finish it once you get better” was my lie.
Even though it was clearly meant for someone else, as the future recipient’s name was already embroidered in the piece, I couldn’t part with it. Knotty, crooked, to other’s a bad cross stitch work, to me a reflection of her tenacity.
A replacement, a duplicate started from 0. Was it cheating?

Sad in so many levels

They both jumped into the marriage for ulterior reasons and now the cat´s out of the bag. “All that shines it´s not gold”. Trophy wives better beware.