I made a quick fall quilt for my mom’s birthday using more chicken fabric. It’s 38″ x 38″, which is lap quilt size or good for the dogs on the couch. The whole thing took under five hours, and I got to listen to a Sharks game for a lot of it. It’s the first time I’ve done not stitch-in-the-ditch quilting, which clearly can use some work if I’m going to attempt straight lines.
Confessions of a Sewing Dork is asking for touching/funny/sad tales of unfinished projects. This is my story.
Here’s the fireplace in our sunroom. We have lived in this house for 15 months and still have not unpacked everything or done any decorating, and this room is no exception. The cardboard box at far right sits on a hideous striped cushion on the window seat, a cushion I had vowed to replace immediately and a window seat I pictured as a cozy reading nook. Times I’ve sat in the window seat, sipping a cup of tea and reading while gazing out into the back yard? Zero.
A Christmas tree stand pokes out the top of the box, even though I haven’t a tree in three years. I saw the stand again when I was cleaning the poo room after the dog died, to make it once again the sun room and not the dog-slash-poo room, and it was like I saw it for the first time. My eyes had started simply skipping over it, I didn’t realize it was there anymore. “Oh hey, we still have a Christmas tree stand! That will be handy when I get a tree again this year! I should put that away somewhere. Then again, Christmas is only a little under 3 months away, that’s not really all that far away, maybe I could just let it sit there…” And sit there it did.
Also, take note of the giant bag of croutons in the place of honor in the middle of the mantlepiece. That’s been there ever since a friend gave it to the man of the house for his birthday as a joke right when we moved in during August 2008. A few days later, one of us was holding a bunch of stuff in our hands including the croutons and needed to put something down for a moment. The mantle was handy so the crouton bag was set down just for a moment. And never picked up again.
Some people have pictures of family on their mantle, others display a prized collection, or they remember a departed loved one with an urn of ashes. Most people use the space to display something meaningful to them. I use it as a resting spot for a two pound bag of croutons and a pair of wooden movable figures with drawn-on anatomy, another birthday gift from friends.
Unfinished project: Sunroom decoration. Estimated completion time: indefinite.
I made some more cards using fabric, this time scraps that were already pieced together. I don’t find these as soothing or appealing as the monochromatic stripey ones, which my mom has been collecting as I send them to her and recently put into a frame together. (“It’s like a little quilt!” she said. Yes, yes it is.) These are still nice, I definitely have a thing for bits of fabric. I haven’t found a way to take good pictures of them yet, I need better lighting and a pleasant background piece of gently rumpled maroon velvet or something. The slightly reflective new ice blue side table from Ikea makes them look like they’re suspended in a void, or maybe a misty tunnel with a light in the distance. Anybody else see that?
I’ve spent the weekend cleaning the house and working on a few projects, including one that I started last night and finished this afternoon. I’ll post about it at the end of the week. In the meantime, here’s a picture I came across in one of my photo albums. I’m around 6 years old. And no, I don’t know exactly why there are goats on the breakfast table.
And I’m back! I went to San Jose for a birthday vacation and two Sharks games. We saw the Sharks beat the Penguins 5-0 on Saturday night, then a 4-3 winning game against Nashville on Tuesday. On Wednesday we were walking around downtown Los Gatos, which is a pretty, upscale town of about 30,000 and happened to see some Sharks players. We were behind two of them in line at a coffee shop and then passed a couple more outside a little while later. After some debate, we decided that we would ask if we could take a picture, since we had flown in from Arizona just to see their game against Pittsburgh, and it was a group of younger players so maybe they weren’t tired of being hounded by fans yet. They generously agreed to a picture, wrangled together by 3rd-year veteran Setoguchi on the left. (And he’s still only 22, man I’m getting old.)
Earlier that day I had considered putting on make-up and generally making myself presentable. “But then, why would I care about looking nice just to take a walk into town?” I said. Why indeed…
My fourth and final Halloween costume was a dark angel fallen from grace. (Some people said, “Hey, the angel of Death!” and I didn’t disagree. I didn’t have anything that specific in mind, maybe I was the angel of Death.) I made the wings using wire coat hangers, a square of corrugated cardboard as anchor in the back, lots of black duct tape, a satin slip, elastic, and another black dress. I bought something like five dresses & nighties from Goodwill on half-off Saturday and ended up using pieces from only two. My original plan was for much larger majestic wings and I scrapped that idea when 1) structural integrity was lacking due to my unreliable engineering, and 2) I’d knock too many things over if they were any bigger. As it was, I poked two people in the face when they were standing downhill from me and I turned without realizing how close they were.
I wore black boots, fishnets, and a black skirt, another Goodwill half-off refashion that I made smaller and shorter to fit me. I asked the gentleman of the house if I needed to cut it any shorter or make it any tighter and he said, “No, no, that gives the idea, that’s plenty good.” It was halfway to my knees and my friends commented on my modesty. I think maybe he just didn’t want me wearing a super short skirt out to parties he wouldn’t be attending…
P.S. No, not pregnant, just caught unawares not sucking in my belly combined with poor posture and a few extra pounds these days. I was going to Photoshop a flatter stomach and decided to just leave it, the unvarnished reality.
On Friday night I went to a party as a hot cop, using my costume from last year. I made the dress out of an old duster-type button shirt, shortening it a whole lot to make a dress, buying a hat and badge, and adding other accessories from around the house. As I liked to say, it’s not that you could see my underwear at times because the hot cop dress was so short; I was wearing a second pair of underpants over the fishnets to hold them up, so technically you could sometimes see my overwear. Plus they were black and modestly cut.
My friend was a cat burglar, burglaring cats. The picture below from last year is Sarah Palin (this was just a few days before the election), hot cop, and a witch. You can tell it’s last year because my hair is shorter and I’m skinnier.
At CrossFit on Friday we came in costume. I started in my giant chicken costume and took it off within 10 minutes to reveal my cheerleader outfit from college. Check out a great video that two CrossFitters, Nathan and Virginia, made and posted by the next day.