Out of a pile of donated fabric, I fashioned this small to medium tote bag. This black and white dot is upholstery material, the white lace from an old set of curtains (ruffle), and some black velvety scrap fabric leftover from making some pillows. The white woolen knitted doily was discovered in a local thrift shop. I have to say that when I discover a handmade item in a thrift shop, I usually have mixed feelings. While I am overjoyed to discover a treasure, my heart breaks for the artist that made this delicate darling. It always seems a shame that others do not value her work as I would. So I was inspired to put her hard work to good use and with a little reinforcement stitching, this doily graces the side of a sweet black and white tote bag. Unique and one of a kind embellishments for an original bag. Can’t get much cuter, can you?
This is a custom item that I made for my favorite local art shop, Blissbee. The proprietor has become a good friend of mine and not only does she offer some of my work for sale, but she often mentors me in design and business. I made this little bee for her shop. This is made with luxury yarn scraps–yellow bamboo blend, black silk and bamboo blend, silvery gray silk blend.
Close up photo of a page in my art journal. These are mixed media pages, collage, journal entries and I often use these to chronicle learning a new technique or how to best employ a new product. In this case, chipboard cut-outs (glasses), and some paint daubers that blended well behind these two cutie pies. Tutorials and product recommendations forthcoming as a series of idea prompts on using fiber to express yourself in various ways is in progress.
This is part of a series I’ve been working on that uses vintage crocheted and knitted doilies and embroidered linens to embellish handmade and unique items like tote bags, purses, and blankets. These are one of a kind and available for purchase. Made to order.
Write about your strongest memory of heart-pounding belly-twisting nervousness: what caused the adrenaline? Was it justified? How did you respond?
Sometimes things in life just happen. You’re not prepared. You think you are. You made a decision. You chose what you wanted. You had some clarity. You set a goal. Set out with purpose. Then, right in the middle of your headlong rush into greatness, life pulls the rug out from underneath you. On your way down to the bottom of your fall, you wonder, “What was I thinking? I’m not ready.”
That’s how fyberpunk began. In fits and starts and the highest peaky highs and the deepest abyss lows…. I am nervous about a great many things. The embarking on a new, unknowable, potentially fabulous, but nonetheless scary journey… that’s got belly-twisting nervousness written all over it.
Maybe grab a cuppa and join me… I am pretty sure, though not certain, this won’t be boring…