I am addicted to making stuff with galvanized piping!!
I made an additional 7′ table to have my sewing machines all set up. One for me and one for my girls. I have plenty of piping left for more projects. New stair rails, a closet makeover, benches, something for the barn… This could get crazy!
Tags: quilt market, sewing pattern, surface pattern design, trade show
Oh My Goodness! I did it! I had my first booth at the International Quilt Market in Houston. Crazy. I packed up my gear and my two little girls and off we went. Well… it wasn’t quite that easy but pretty close.
My bestie and I have romped the aisles of Quilt Market for half a dozen years and now it’s time to cross it off the bucket list! It was surreal to be behind the scenes and actually doing it. I am beyond blessed to have such an encouraging husband and a friend willing to help me lasso a dream.
So here’s my booth:
A few things: I had the smallest available, 6×10, and it was just right. One of the best pieces of advice was to drive my display if possible. It is so much more less expensive than shipping it to the convention center. Hence, the display created from industrial pipe and wood(soon to be reconstructed into a new cutting table for the studio).
I was so ridden with anxiety before the show! As an artist and crafter, I spend much of my creative time alone and it felt so good to put myself out there and feel all the LOVE. Ziggy was a hit! I had 3 intentions for this show. 1) Exposure for my sewing patterns to quilt shops 2)Exposure to sewing pattern distributors 3)Exposure as a surface designer for collaboration opportunities. I put myself out there and now it’s time to “pound the pavement” with everything that I learned and reach out to people that I’ve met on this wild ride!
So glad that I showed up for myself in this way! I don’t know what I would, or could, have done differently. I put my heart+soul into the preparation and had so much fun being there. I am so giddy with excitement about the possibilities that this show has opened up to me. EEEK! I still can’t believe that I did it!!
Tags: hostess gift, polymer clay, published, quick and easy gift, somerset, stampington, wine tag
I have an article published in Somerset Home magazine!! I’m such a huge fan of this publication. Cross one off the bucket list!
Tags: black eyed peas, soul food, starting fresh
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,900 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 48 trips to carry that many people.
Tags: drawstring, gift bags, linen, stamping
Wrapping presents is definitely more fun than buying them.
Tags: binder clips, hanging Christmas cards, photo wall, twine
Binder clips and twine are the new duct tape.
Tags: autumn, Fall, free, give thanks, k&company, printable, rub on transfer, smash, thanksgiving
Being the impulse shopper that I am, I knew why I needed this rub on transfer kit as soon as I laid eyes on it. I have had this galvanized steel water cooler just waiting to be customized and this was the perfect technique. It is pretty darn easy as long as you remember to reverse your image before printing and DEFINITELY watch this video.
It’s not as seamless or matte as I would like but it beats hours of nervously hand painting cold metal!
Enjoy this Thanksgiving, or better yet, year-round reminder to live with a heart of GRATITUDE printable. And, of course it is all ready for the printer. I’d love to see what you put it on!
A poem by my sweet cousin Joanna Dickman. She didn’t leave anything left to be said. I thank her for this beautiful gift.
And Out In
I stood behind my grandfather
in a chattering of freshly soul-fed friends
and clasped my hands around his middle,
my face resting on the worn blazer over his shoulder blade.
He turned his head to the side
spoke to me
and I told him I love you in his ear.
I felt his breath fill my arms,
the labor of a life
in this practiced pattern in
and out in
and out in
and knew some day would come.
when the news comes that
we only have him till July,
He is good stock.
He is made of oatmeal
and pickle vinegar
and beet juice
and the last of all the vegetables
and the marrow from every bone
and the meat from every lobster leg
and always milk never coffee,
always water never soda.
When they tell me his heart is tired,
He is made of farm land
of waking up with the sun
of working all day
of finishing high school early
of a degree in engineering
of being an engineer.
He is made of numbers and figuring
of problem solving,
of the mathematics that hold
a thing together to reach the moon,
and a family together to reach retirement.
He is made of sails
and tides and ocean
of latitude and longitude
of the wind in his hair,
of a wheel in his hands,
of charted and uncharted waters,
of charted and uncharted lands.
When they tell me this could be it,
this could be the last season, the last time,
He is one liners and deep smiles,
and five-word wisdom.
He is the pillar,
the anchor, the bulwark
the tide, the moon
He is made of real things.
They don’t make men like this anymore.
And no July,
no month, no date, no year.
None of them are enough to take him from us
to take the breath from his lungs
to make some day arrive.
It came as a quake,
something that is known
but never expected.
you can’t hear over your own breathing
you fight everything that touches you.
it keeps men talking at your back all night,
and puts forks in your eyes.
it pulls your family to your side.
The world was held together
by the continuous beeping of monitors,
by tape and gauze,
by sheer force of will–
the will of magnetic north,
of hurricanes and tornadoes,
of planetary rotation
And then the wind gave out
and out in
The compass started spinning.
The planet stopped turning.
Gravity let go.
And everything became a struggle.
When to wake up?
How to get out of bed?
Where to go?
And the world missed it.
People went about their lives,
and standing in lines,
cutting people off on the road,
flicking through radio stations,
making their coffee.
People everywhere continued,
going about their lives as if nothing had happened.
But the world is less now.
The spine of our family has been ripped out.
True north is gone.
The sun only rises out of habit,
and it’s getting later every day.