Saturday, June 30, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
There's more. OK, the trunks in the bottom picture... one's stuffed full of fake fur and the other (and the red case) are filled with discarded fur (long story) and a light box on top, which is why I married the one true. Top pic, hidden behind the easel and canvas and looking deceptively small are the six plastic boxes full of Wagga stuff. FULL. Pink and orange milk crate boxes... interfacing, machine thread, Chrissy deco's. The two wire drawer sets are art supplies (not including Ross's) and kit stuff. Plan press is full of paper and drawings and this is Ross's mostly. Under the plan press you can just see my two very special, VERY SPECIAL current work boxes.
Friday, June 22, 2007
The thing is, now I've handled and lovingly folded every single piece of fabric that I own, so I feel terribly, sleeplessly inspired and I have a clean room to plan and plot and lay things out.
And those green shopping bags are full of books which will go in the new extented bookshelf in the other rooms. I hate my books being stuck in the back room. Just thought you should know. Maybe some of them will bite the dust?
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
I found all of these while I was cleaning the back room and it seemed important to stop immediately and share. This skirt has been a little bit too small for a couple of years now, but you never know! The design isn't terribly well balanced but it didn't seem to matter, no-one looked at it anyway because my legs were long and exposed and seemed to get the attention. No-one looked too hard at the skirt without blushing. Then. Once upon a time. I had Uber-Frau legs that Robert Crumb would have loved. I was strong and fit and slim.
If I did this skirt again, or, you know, did another, I'd embroider a design as a panel, rather than have it at varying heights. I always thought it would look lovely on a wedding dress... I don't think I'll have the opportunity for myself. My one true love sees us as committed, forever-types without the public declaration. He doesn't get the all important frock angle. Never mind... I'll make a regular skirt or something...
PS Feel free to pillage...
Friday, June 15, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
When I'm busy doing, things can get a little out of control. It shows you how precious I'm not or I wouldn't show you. Mind you, if you were here there's no way I'd let you see. I'm trying to embarrass myself into action.
Trouble is I just have too much stuff. But it's a dilemma, as you will all appreciate, because I may need it. I have a suitcase full of trim that my Grandma gave me. I've used it a lot. It's so luscious. I want to decorate the house as I have done the caravan... Once I get this exhibition out the way I'll hopefully have some brain-space for other non-rabbity things.
I have a heap of old blankets and woollen fabric for the Wagga's, which I want to make for myself and all of the children and for the show. I promised Leah last night that when she gets back from Europe in four months, her Wagga will be on her bed. Even though her birthday was last December and that's when I started it for.
I have so much Japanese fabric and fur fabric and fur and thread and books and exotic brocade's and so on, and paints and inks and paper and doll's spare parts and boxes of cards that I should try harder to sell.... you know how it is.