I still have not made any progress on the pieces for fast approaching deadlines. The 3-D entry is not going to happen, at least not for its intended show. I’ll keep working on it and use it for some other show entry. I have not made a single stitch yet on the two Upcycle entries. I’ve simply allowed myself to be distracted by other ongoing projects, so at least I am getting back into a creative groove. One of the things that I have made progress on are some of my mini quilt collages:

The fabrics in these three “sketches” are scraps of my own hand dyes in the “Madri Gras” color blend. The one on the far left was stamped with antique wallpaper pattern stamps and acrylic paint, then embellished with funky yarns. The center one has strips of silk scraps to create a very skewed frame to the composition, then I seed stitched all over to secure the top two layers before pillowcase binding it. On the far right, trial with using embroidery stitches to create textural interest in the solid colored shapes. I still need do some final machine quilting in all of them.
I have no idea what I will work on this weekend, and I think that I am going to scale back to posting once a week until I get some issues worked out with the back end of this site.


This is a detail of a larger piece in progress that has an interesting story. Well, nearly everything I make has an interesting story, that is why I create. Anyway, the base of this piece almost ended up in the trash. For a while, I was buying a fair amount of box lots at a local junk auction, of which I was interested in only some of the contents. One such box lot contained a vintage printed tablecloth that had seen better days. There must have been other table linens in the box that were in better shape. This one had so many holes in it, there was no way I could re-purpose it into a garment or overdye it. This ratty tablecloth begged me to give it another chance, and so I have. One day last summer, I took it up to the cemetery at the top of my hill, along with a bunch of crayons, and started making rubbings of the carvings on the gravestones. I didn’t stop until most of the cloth was covered in rubbings.
