There's been a lacuna in my output, which is absolutely fine, and I think sensible - nothing much to say, and also, reader, I have felt low-ish, and not in the right frame of mind to write. Instead I become a hunter-gatherer, observing and collecting moments, vignettes,
This week, you could say, I've had two victories. I walked in, unannounced, to two beautiful local venues, and asked if they'd consider hosting The Maker's Table. I handed over my labor of love press packs — a mix of top-quality paper, cute design
For once I'll be using this word in a positive framing. That said, it's rare I've used it positively — for the better part of a year, I only used it to describe being "made redundant." The lexicon of choice in the US
No sewing machine. Part ordered. It sits there quiet and redundant. And I still feel sad about this. A MATERIALS INTERLUDE, WHILE THE MACHINE SITS SILENT THE SEWING MACHINE (quiet, unplugged, waiting on a screw the size of an eyelash): I can hear everything from here. I just can'
So I began work on The Wedding Dress. I measured twelve inches from the bottom, and with a lively pink tailor's chalk, marked the "borderline" between ceremonial gown from the past and novel item to wear at workshops. Working closely with the fabric gave me a
A rainy July Saturday. The birthday of an ex. No message sent, but weird ambivalent thoughts of the person all the same. Tornado warning, but no tornado, eventually. We made our own pasta from scratch. I sourced "The Table" for $20, at a neigbhbor's house (more
It's been a few days since I wrote the last entry, and that doesn't mean I haven't been making — rather, it means I've been busy making money, to pay the bills, fund the oversized textile habit, and my son's need
Friday was an intense day of getting s@#$ done — ergo a lot of making, with a wide range of objects — but what gets memorialised in a piece of writing about making and materials, and what just goes down as general life-making that no-one wants to read about? That
I decided to cease production on the first piece of knitting I made as an adult.