Thursday, March 26, 2015

Score!

I will never run out of hooks and eyes, ever, again. Here's a big lot of notions that I purchased on Etsy from Vintage Polka Dot, and they are just right for the soft bangles I am making from salvaged fabrics. The bizarre star of the lot though, are the "pin in lingerie guards" -- one wouldn't want the undergarment straps to show, now, would one? You can also see the octagonal tin that I converted to a sewing kit, with pincushion (sawdust filled) and a bit of old elastic to retain my cute little crane shaped scissors. See the rusty bottle cap into which I have melted bee's wax for thread conditioning? It's much better than spit to stiffen up that stubborn thread end to poke through the needle's eye.




Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Make Do Neckpiece

 

"Make do, mend, or do without," was a catchphrase during the Great Depression, and I think we could apply now it to mending the wounds we have caused to our planet.  Here's a Make Do necklace assembled from an old zipper, antique buttons and depression-era feed sack fabrics.  When you want to make a statement, make a constructive one!

Just listed in my Etsy shop


Click this to go there:  Cookies 'N Milk Bangle Stack.

WIP

A neckpiece made with a long zipper and various notions, a spring bangle stack from a salvaged cookie tin, an embroidered, pieced and quilted strap for???





Wonderful 40s era Bakelite and celluloid buttons, and my dear little sawdust stuffed and embroidered (by me) owl with mouse treat. When owls form mating bonds, the male offers his love an engagement mouse.  If she accepts it, they begin a nest together.  Sweet, and true.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

When a door closes . . .

Etsy, now becoming a corporate behemoth, has recently chased off the intuitive healers who had offered their services there. One of them, Nay Ho Tze, helped me through my darkest winter with nutritional advice and her hand succosed flower remedies. I keep her Rescue Remedy (she is a Bach practitioner) on hand for emergencies and find it much more effective than the store-bought kind. Nay puts spiritual energy into her personally formulated blends. Her nutritional advice is sound, and wouldn't offend your doctor. And then there are her hand works, bespoke garments (she recently made a ribbon shirt that was worn in a Native leader's address to the UN), and greeting cards.  Oh, she is a writer and poet, and for me, a source of reliable news on the Native American community. She also taught me to talk to trees and listen to them.

Gnarly Horse Chestnut in Spring: "I have lived long, and may be twisted with age, missing a few limbs, but I bear fruit, every year in season."

So, Etsy's closing door, became Nay Ho Tze's open window; she took a large step into her own website, and I recommend a visit.

Nay Ho Tze and I have become, needless to say, friends, so I wanted to introduce her to you.  Tap this link!




Monday, March 16, 2015

Sows' Ears

My granddad said you can't make a silk purse from a sow's ear, but as long as I have made things, since childhood, that has been my quest.  I painted a pueblo from red Georgia clay mixed with glue, on a board that had separated sheets of Xray film that mom brought home from her nursing job. Made jewelry from berries, roots and leaves and wished they wouldn't wilt so much.  This weekend, it rained like the tropics, so I settled down with my tin boxes of fabric scraps, old thread and sewing notions, and stitched till my hands hurt.  It was a lot like panting and drawing, and I enjoyed myself. The resulting textile assemblages came from an array of nearly exhausted sources, resuscitated for another spring: a feedsack cutter quilt, a shirt collar, the strap of a toddler's romper, silk, velvet, sewing thread, antique copper sequins, trim, and notions.  The rhinestone circles were cut from a burlesque costume and appliqued with the blanket stitch, the wild blue spirals from a feed sack print, the bee embroidered, not with floss, but with old sewing thread on wooden bobbins. The rhinestone piece is available in my Etsy shop, in time for spring.