she gets out of the box!
We've had a stretch of unseasonably nice weather and my fantastic husband gave me the gift recently of a the day off. So I did! I went shopping, and toodled around a bookstore or two, and found a little corner of the world nearby where I've never been before. I serendipitously found myself at Mud Bay, the southernmost extent of Puget Sound. Mud Bay is aptly named.
See? Muddy.
But, since I couldn't find my usual travel project on my mad dash out the door, I decided to take Metta Putfarken with me. She's my favorite right now anyway, and even though she's a big ol' broad, she travels ok if you treat her right.
What you see there is only three pages of this huge, 35-page Vierlanden sampler. So I might still be at this one a while and if I don't bring her sometimes she'll never get done. Even though the pattern is a reproduction, I can't leave well enough alone so I'm doing my version in shades of green rather than the original red. With Metta's seemingly-infinite variations to the pattern, you can't tell me she wouldn't have liked it this way, too.
Unless she hated green or something. But she is long since gone and *I* like green so that's good enough for me.
Those seven spools are different shades of solid, variegated, and "twisted" dark green HDF single-strand silk. The linen is 40-count Sassy Fabric linen in a color I can't recall right now but it's a pretty, warm-toned off-white.
I admit to some initial trepidation about shlepping this big, heirloom project all around creation, but to me, something I spend this much time with on the couch should share the rest of my life, too. So this is how I am careful to manage it. Turning around at taking a picture of the work space I found here in the muddy environment, you'll see it is relatively mud-free:
This is a perfect stitching-in-the-wild spot. Relatively sheltered logs and roots over coarser gravels with less sticky mud. And a view. I find the best style of travel projects are geometrics and those which I don't need to refer to the patterns too often; if the second half of a sampler element or a rosette is a mirror image of a first half already completed, I might not need to pull out the pattern at all while I am sitting in a spot like this. Less bobbling about = smaller chance of slipping and dropping something in the dirt. In this case, the pattern is still safely in the project bag propped up on the right.
A pouch to manage the threads is also important, of course. Many of my projects use little 'floss-a-way' bags on a ring, with a hole punched in the corner to feed thread through from a spool, and in my opinion good travel projects are monochromatic or often use only a handful of colors. But because this isn't my first rodeo, when I travel with Metta I still travel with the handmade pouch I made for this project, though, because I just get so much satisfaction from using pretty things. And look, this one matches the mud!
You might also notice that I am managing all the excess fabric by loosely rolling it up. I really like these little stitch clips for that. I only use them when I am actively stitching in a setting like this and otherwise they live in the project bag or floss pouch.
And, my final tip: always remember it is just fabric and thread. A little sand is just going to brush right off. Worst comes to worst, it can be washed.
For me, stitching in nature is even more therapeutic and meditative than stitching in front of the tv. And if you're spotted, good! The handcrafts can use more visibility. And if you get a little mud on the corner of your linen, oh well. Think of the stories that piece of cloth can tell, someday.
If you ever stitch in the wild, take a picture and show me! I'd love to see where your creations have gone. Maybe we can start a movement. Or just get a lot of satisfaction from fresh air and fine linen, at the same time. Ahhhhh.
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Saturday, May 4, 2013
Monday, May 21, 2012
Thoughts on 300 years
For mother's day this year, we went to a ghost forest. It was my favorite kind of day. Serendipetous, relaxing, interesting, and inspiring.
This particular forest, now just a bunch of stumps on the tideflat, was a true forest 300 years ago. An earthquake in the year 1700 lowered the shoreline in this area, drowning this little copse of trees and causing a tsunami across the ocean in Japan.
Along with exploring the tidepools and the sea stacks and finding agates, I was able to sneak in a few stitches while leaning up against some driftwood.
The choice of pattern seemed appropriate--it's also about 300 years old-- a reproduction sampler from a girl from the Netherlands named Aagie Jans, who stitched the original in 1732. Aagie lived on the isle of Marken, famous for its boldly-colored and heavily patterned samplers, filled with geometric and nautical motifs. As you see, I'm not too far along yet, but astute readers have probably figured out why my stitching-related posts have become so scant. Such is life, filled with big and small earthquakes.
This particular forest, now just a bunch of stumps on the tideflat, was a true forest 300 years ago. An earthquake in the year 1700 lowered the shoreline in this area, drowning this little copse of trees and causing a tsunami across the ocean in Japan.
Along with exploring the tidepools and the sea stacks and finding agates, I was able to sneak in a few stitches while leaning up against some driftwood.
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| Start of Essamplaire reproduction sampler, "Aagie Jans, 1732". Stitched with substitute DMC colors on 40 ct linen. |
The choice of pattern seemed appropriate--it's also about 300 years old-- a reproduction sampler from a girl from the Netherlands named Aagie Jans, who stitched the original in 1732. Aagie lived on the isle of Marken, famous for its boldly-colored and heavily patterned samplers, filled with geometric and nautical motifs. As you see, I'm not too far along yet, but astute readers have probably figured out why my stitching-related posts have become so scant. Such is life, filled with big and small earthquakes.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Home from paradise
Back now from our 10 days away. The Moab area and Arches and Canyonlands National Parks are stunning. I could have stayed several more weeks and still not felt like we saw everything. Between the geology...
The 4WD roads...
And the history, both ancient...
and "modern"...
I was in heaven. Of course, while the kids liked all that stuff too, they liked the pool best.
I do not think this will be our last trip to southeast Utah. More, please.
The 4WD roads...
The wildlife...
And the history, both ancient...
and "modern"...
I was in heaven. Of course, while the kids liked all that stuff too, they liked the pool best.
Even a little stitching was accomplished. Mostly while waiting for the mountain-goat members of the family to rejoin the group.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Sagebrush air
Yeee-haw!
I am officially on vacation as of the end of the day today, but because all my deadlines are met, I'm going to play a little and update this neglected blog.
Last week was our annual bow-fishing campling expedition to Vantage, Washington, on the banks of the Columbia River. Beautiful. I have missed that sagebrush air.
I was able to complete a few more motifs on my Alchemical Romance while out there, which means I have ONE more motif left! I am sure that will be done this weekend. THEN, this will be my reward:
Anybody recognize that little corner of the pattern peeking out? It's not like I don't have any other neglected projects to work on, but I think this might be a fantastic start for our road trip next week. Andiamo!
I am officially on vacation as of the end of the day today, but because all my deadlines are met, I'm going to play a little and update this neglected blog.
Last week was our annual bow-fishing campling expedition to Vantage, Washington, on the banks of the Columbia River. Beautiful. I have missed that sagebrush air.
There was some stitching done, but I forgot to take a picture because frankly there was a better view to be had.
I was able to complete a few more motifs on my Alchemical Romance while out there, which means I have ONE more motif left! I am sure that will be done this weekend. THEN, this will be my reward:
Anybody recognize that little corner of the pattern peeking out? It's not like I don't have any other neglected projects to work on, but I think this might be a fantastic start for our road trip next week. Andiamo!
Friday, April 8, 2011
Daffodils and Eagles
Last weekend we took a serendipitous trip up to La Conner, which happened to also be the opening weekend of the annual bulb festival. The tulips were really just starting, but the daffs were glorious! Had a great time wandering the public gardens.
And eating rainbow sherbet
And soaking up the not-completely-cloudy skies.
And browsing the antique shops.
And eating rainbow sherbet
And soaking up the not-completely-cloudy skies.
Then when we got home, this guy was waiting for us:
Not a bad day.
Not too much stitching done again lately, but plans are in the works!
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Patterns in Pendleton
There were not so many posts last week, largely because I was traveling. Work sent me to northeast Oregon again, this time to look at some great old turn-of-the century theater buildings. It was very dark and difficult to take pictures inside, the theater in one of the buildings was basically frozen in time, sealed off from the more modern users of the buildings (most recently a Domino's Pizza, of all things). Even the old theater chandelier was still in place, dusty and in need of renovation, but very cool in spite of it.
Anyway, my flights left from the airport in Pendleton, which gave me a little time to poke around downtown and go to the old woolen mill. Pendleton is an interesting little city with a lot of history, famous for it's rodeo and woolen blankets, and a lot of modern details to enhance the history. I noticed that the concrete of the sidewalks downtown was made to look like old wooden boards.
Some of the buildings have been pretty well preserved. I mean, if it weren't for the stoplights and late-model cars, this old western wear store looks just like it could have in 1895.
And of course I had to stop in at the Pendleton Woolen Mills factory. Pendleton Woolen Mills has an intersting history-- it became famous for "Indian Pattern" blankets in the early 1900s, using patterns created by a white artist with a love of native art. The blankets were adopted by many members of the nearby Nez Pierce tribe, and then through clever marketing, the company has been going strong ever since. I have always loved the bold patterns on their blankets, and I have one hanging in our living room. I managed not to buy anything this time except a key ring and a reprint of a 1915 catalog.
Sadly, I didn't have time to take the factory tour, but a portion of the factory is visible through a window at the back of the store. Look at all the giant spools of wool yarn! Again, sadly, they don't sell samples of the yarn. How cool would that be?
Even so the factory store is pretty fun to browse through. Hundreds of gorgeous blankets, and even a little museum of antique blankets and other native artifacts.
Maybe I should go back? But that would mean another set of flights in tiny 9-passenger airplaine...the last one had a very exciting landing during a windstorm back to Seattle. I will say though that the Pendleton Airport parking lot is the prettiest airport parking lot I have ever seen.
Anyway, my flights left from the airport in Pendleton, which gave me a little time to poke around downtown and go to the old woolen mill. Pendleton is an interesting little city with a lot of history, famous for it's rodeo and woolen blankets, and a lot of modern details to enhance the history. I noticed that the concrete of the sidewalks downtown was made to look like old wooden boards.
Some of the buildings have been pretty well preserved. I mean, if it weren't for the stoplights and late-model cars, this old western wear store looks just like it could have in 1895.
And of course I had to stop in at the Pendleton Woolen Mills factory. Pendleton Woolen Mills has an intersting history-- it became famous for "Indian Pattern" blankets in the early 1900s, using patterns created by a white artist with a love of native art. The blankets were adopted by many members of the nearby Nez Pierce tribe, and then through clever marketing, the company has been going strong ever since. I have always loved the bold patterns on their blankets, and I have one hanging in our living room. I managed not to buy anything this time except a key ring and a reprint of a 1915 catalog.
Sadly, I didn't have time to take the factory tour, but a portion of the factory is visible through a window at the back of the store. Look at all the giant spools of wool yarn! Again, sadly, they don't sell samples of the yarn. How cool would that be?
Even so the factory store is pretty fun to browse through. Hundreds of gorgeous blankets, and even a little museum of antique blankets and other native artifacts.
I *almost* left with this pillow.
Maybe I should go back? But that would mean another set of flights in tiny 9-passenger airplaine...the last one had a very exciting landing during a windstorm back to Seattle. I will say though that the Pendleton Airport parking lot is the prettiest airport parking lot I have ever seen.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Scenes from a Valentine weekend
If my weekend had a "color story" like the designers talk about, it was spots of red and pink on a background of gray and blue.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Hanging Gardens
I am thisclose to finishing the rock wall/hanging garden portion of the DK Designs Enchanted Forest scene.
That detail above is a finished portion. This is one of those many pieces that look like nothing close up, you don't get the full effect until you stand back a pace... which you will still have to wait to see, I am SUCH a tease!
I got a lot of it done yesterday during the football game, which was an epic underdog win of a game. GO SEAHAWKS! I think our yelling added to the 12th man effect, an hour away at the stadium, for sure.
Anyway, as I work on this I've also been walking through our memories of the hanging gardens at Zion National Park.
And the lush, vertical jungle vegetation in Hawaii.
OK so that picture isn't of the vertical vegetation, but trust me, it's there! I couldn't find a good picture of it of my own, but if you ever get a chance to go to the Hawaii Tropical Botanical Garden on the Big Island, don't skip it. They have a gorgeous photo album on flicker if you'd like to see some gorgeous lush jungle and exotic plants.
Anyway I wandered off-topic again, didn't I. No matter. I'm currently working on these tiny little "comma ferns", which are quick and easy compared to some of that larger hanging stuff. I <3 them!
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