Billed as “defiant art,” it was a fascinating journey from history into current art. What was very revealing came at the end… and spoiler alert… I’m going to leave you hanging.
The artist asks the interviewer:
“Do you cook?” she asked me.
“No,” I said.
“Do you garden?”
“Do you sew?”
“No.” I blushed, unsure how to justify myself and suddenly reconsidering my life choices.
“Well, you see,” Hicks said, . . . . .”
Leaving it there to point out she included sewing.
Speaking of which, ahem, about those buttons in the top photo. They’ve just been reclaimed from a never-worn blouse which I found whilst going through packed away wardrobe. Now that winter weather is definitely here… at least this week and last… I’ve just about completed that phase of my dream wardrobe makeover.
And since it’s also Macro Monday, here’s one more piccie. Enjoy!
I remember learning to sew in the dim, far distant past. In those Dark Ages one did not vary from the pattern. It Was Not Done.
As independent pattern designers began trickling onto the scene, there was one who included a permission slip inside each pattern, giving the sewer permission to make changes. Fast forward to now, with everyone hacking up patterns right and left.
But a concept can linger on in dark corners . . . Follow me into last weekend.
I was on a search amongst my two rather large and thoroughly tangled boxes of fasteners, zips, embroidery threads, ribbons, laces, felt squares, and other crafty bits & bobs.
Having a 13-disc mystery to listen to whilst sorting made it much more enjoyable. . . 😉
Remember my linen top mending project? I have a hazy idea for a solution, and that was the impetus for the sort out.
Then I discovered the above little kit, picked up several years ago even though I didn’t like the colours or the method – punch needle. (Lime green??? 😱)
But what have I been learning from blogging friends’ embroidery posts? You’re allowed to make changes. So-o-o . . .
I’ve been giving myself permission to do just that, and left lime green & turquoise on a lime background, for a russet butterfly on mossy green background using satin stitch. And maybe a touch of blue somewhere.
What do you think? Have I gone too far? I’m not trying to copy nature, it’s just what I was drawn to.
If creativity is about freeing one’s soul and spirit, it’s interesting to realise there are still plenty of boundaries to overcome.
Enjoying your weekend?! I’m spending it crocheting because my squidgy package arrived Saturday. Yeah!
I’ve also been reviving my listing on Ravelry, so stop by at CurlsnSkirls and say hello if you’re a member. Long ago Chicago efforts are listed, but I’m working on getting things updated.
Valentine’s Day is Thursday and the appropriate cotton cloth (top) is gracing a bedside table. When my voice studio was open I made seasonal table toppers (any excuse to buy fabric) and I still enjoy seeing them each year.
Here’s that finished skirt topped with a gorgeous suede jacket from a closing consignment store in Chicago. (Yes, the skirt’s been that long in the making.) Anyone have suggestions for how to clean the suede without going to a cleaner who will charge multiple times my original cost and use icky chemicals?
Here’s one last suggestion for those of us struggling to get better at, or just get back into sewing – Lucie wrote a great post last week about her own experience. Much food for thought!
Meanwhile, hope everyone can hunker down and get to creating something. Creativity is positive! There’s nothing better for overcoming negatives.
Really, how important are our clothes? What do they say about us? What are they saying to others? Could changing our clothes really change our lives??
If you didn’t see this on Hila’s blog , grab a cuppa, take a break and watch it now.
My wooly news from last week was finishing my green acrylic hat & scarf set. Yeah! And just about completing the 8th of my blankey rectangles. Many more to go. Also continuing to slow knit my autumnal scarf. (All my knitting is slow.)
The teal shorts continue to sit, whilst I decide what to do with a nice bit of leftover rayon…
just another saturday
Having survived a side swipe from the latest hurricane, it was going to be regular Saturday laundry & maybe cooking a meat loaf. Plus doing a bit of sewing whilst listening to “Good Neighbors,” a 1970’s BBC series.
If you’d like a peek at the program, click here and here. Margo’s outfits are so 1970’s I’m putting together a small collection to be aired after I’ve finished watching the 3rd season.
But about that meat loaf. Remember the meat loaf??
About half way through the bake I went out to check it. As I put my hand on the stove top it almost raised a blister. Uh-oh. Something was wrong.
Seems the thermostat had baked it’s last bake and was registering its’ displeasure by refusing to turn off. Grr… Not an option.
Maintenance came to the rescue, and the dead thermostat was replaced once everything had cooled off.
But the meat loaf, once I got it out of the cooker, appeared to be more than done, registering well above the appropriate internal temp.
So while I didn’t get any sewing done, the meat loaf is edible. 😳
a life without booksis… Death in the Tunnel. Despite the fact of the train’s not “com(ing) to a screeching halt” in the middle of the 2½ mile tunnel, I found Miles Burton’s book both challenging and boring; however, the layers of detail kept me interested.
Sergeant Cluff Stands Firm, and taciturn, as reflected by the author’s prose style. I don’t know if I like this one or not. It’s currently feeling ominous. Maybe that’s intentional, and I’ve decided its’ not best to read it before bedtime!
Rather than leaving you with the image of burnt beef and an iffy thriller, here’s something many of us will find interesting. And it explains my hand in the middle of the teal fabric…
Things are happening, so grab a cuppa and let’s start!
First, a dive into Muffin-land. After hurricane Flo visited, and slightly more normalcy appeared, the grocers seemed to be almost giving away berries.
I do love berries – strawberries, raspberries (my fav), blackberries (second fav) and all the rest, but I was receiving more than my greediness could eat. What to do . . . . .
I considered making jam, but lacking the accoutrement and experience, I demurred. Enter muffins, with a recipe for basic berry muffins (below). Ah! I’d much rather be baking than stirring a boiling pot.
We’re not talking industrial-scale amounts, but for someone who hadn’t baked in four or five months, anything was major. Then a few low temp and humidity days magically appeared.
I started baking.
For those who might not realise, American store-bought muffins are more like sweet cake than a true muffin.
All muffin batter is lumpy because the flour is not mixed until it is lump-less.
If you don’t believe there’s a reason why, just try mixing a batch of these one way, and then the other. I know which ones will get binned!
It’s the chemistry/alchemy of the baking process, which I shan’t explain because I don’t know what it is!
make sure the flour and baking POWDER are thoroughly mixed
the berries ~ here are blackberries from yesterday’s batch ~ are loosly mashed and sugar added
this marge is melted even though one of the cubes is still holding its’ shape
everything gets dumped into the bowl at one time, otherwise you won’t get this mixed properly
Stirred about 15 times and DONE!!!
(I always use those little paper baking cups in my muffin pans because I hate scrubbing out the pan.)
LEAVE the floured bits – this IS mixed enough!!!
SEE?! they look fine after baking! That floury one on the bottom right? Just blow off any excess flour.
Here’s the one with the excess flour . There’s one bit that didn’t get coloured by berries over on the right. It’s normal & tasted great!
Have I convinced anyone to take a quick break and mix up a batch? (Before we go on, special thanks to taste-testers at h-t #136 & others. You know who you are!)
This fabric has been on my cutting table for weeks because it kept telling me IT DID NOT WANT TO BE A SKIRT.
Oh. I finally listened, and realised how much more I’d wear some shorts, so the shorts pattern is now out and will fit after judicious finagling.
Sometimes, procrastination thinking is a good idea. Tereza, over at Sew for Me, just wrote an interesting post on that, amongst other things (including a look at some Brazilian fabrics).
Thanks to Sheila at Sewchet I spent last weekend, in-between batches of muffins, doing some more work towards Christmas.
Just yesterday I finished my latest adventure in the British Library’s Crime Classics. The Lake District Murder by John Bude kept me trying to solve the mystery and was definitely enjoyable!
The three books by Hay ( Death on the Cherwell & Murder Undergroundhere, The Santa Klaus Murderhere) were my intro to the series (known amongst aficionados as BLCC). Since then, I’ve branched out a bit, but only into books written with some humour.
A bit of escape via an entertaining book is part of my regime for staying (somewhat 😉) balanced.
There are limits to what I need in my wardrobe, which is something more and more of us are realising.
Some form of creativity, be it cooking or crochet, is a basic necessity. But more about those another time .
A look around the trio of web sites from this prolific blogger reminded me of a story about a soprano singing on the streets of San Francisco over one hundred years ago.
Memory proved accurate, and I can now suggest another site for piccies next time she’s on Market Street with a camera.
Famed soprano Luisa Tetrazzini (1871 – 1940) loved San Francisco, and had a knack for creative programming. During a contractual dispute on New York City, she reportedly said, “I will sing in San Francisco if I have to sing there in the streets, for I know the streets of San Francisco are free.”
On Christmas Eve in 1910 she did just that.
To an audience of somewhere between 200,000 and 300,000 San Franciscans, she sang ~ no microphones in those days ~ for 30 minutes. And was heard blocks away. The lady had technique. She had heart.
The concert also recognized the rebuilding of the city after the 1906 earthquake. Her final song was “Auld Lang Syne.”
From all I could gather, the bronze plaque commemorating that concert is still attached to Lotta’s Fountain, on Market at Geary & Kearney.
Was reading over at Uncle Spike’s blog, and came across his Nessun Dorma post, which immediately reminded me of a video with more behind-the-scenes details.
Wonder of wonders, and perhaps because it’s still only available in VHS, the entire piece is available on-line here.
I guess the 58-minute video is too large for wordpress to upload. My apologies for making you click over to watch, but please do. It’s well worth it!
It shows the original three tenors meeting for the first time, discussing possible repertoire, clowning & rehearsing with conductor Zubin Mehta – long before they rehearsed with orchestra. It also details some of the obstacles event producer Mario Dradi had to surmount.
Event producers, be aware of those details. And of how many rehearsal hours were scheduled with these four hugely successful artists.
Was their rapport infectious? Yes. Why? Those maaany hours of rehearsals, besides lifetimes of study and performing.
Don’t think it can be equalled without those rehearsal hours!