Second day of home because of snow.

 

detail (left eye)

I have been working on this painting for a long time. It just is in no rush to get done. It has been almost a year of putting actual paint on the canvas. It has been 20 years since I had decided to do the painting. Why some things are finished in a afternoon and why some things take decades is a great mystery. 

Today I am making space for some work to get done. 

Trying to sort, tidy, sew mostly getting distracted.

 In a effort to be able to sew again without having to dig my way into my sewing room I started to organize. Then distraction hit. I attacked the pile of sweaters reclaimed form various places mostly by my mother June Cable. I dissembled them and organized them into colour groups in bins. 

Made a video of me cutting a sweater apart.

(you may need to ask to follow me on IG to see video)

 Then saw the bag of leather bits I got from Erin Templeton (leather bag wizard and vintage clothing finder extraordinaire). I wondered how my machine would handle the leather. My zigzag machine had a little issue so I got the straight stich one set up, it had been sitting on the cutting table not put away from Michelle Leone Huisman project (I sewed her butterfly together). The straight stich machine was fine with the leather.

So I made a simple glass case.

 After that I put the straight stich machine away and had a freed up cutting table. Knew I had a swim suit pattern, reworked the bottoms and came up with a prototype undies pattern. Hauled out the factory waste merino and sewed up a pair. 

New Undies. Sample pair complete.

These days it is not just slow fashion but it is also a limited clientele, actually mostly me. I am thinking about maybe, possibly, in the future, one day taking my stuff to a shop again. Until then it will be by request (prepare to wait for me to get it together). Right now the floor is covered in paper from pattern making and fabric form cutting out. So better get back to the tidying up because heaven knows distraction will hit before I know it, actually it already has (thus the blog post).

Thinking about my old job.

Me the Factory Worker.

Me the Intellectual going to College.

I miss my days of being a factory worker, 8 years ago. Organizing the stock and running the beast. Going back to school has been enlightening. Big lofty ideas being disused. My brain is so full. I think I want to go paint. Was messing around with the filters on the photo editor. Trying to get some ideas for my next painting. I have a blank canvas to work on. Perhaps I should finish the painting I have started first. We shall see what comes of it all, the paintings, the education, the life.

Mom and Me both about 51

 

Mom my first post art school portrait.

The image I think I might use for a portrait of me.

Life in the studio when there are many hats being worn

To say that there is chaos in my living space would be a truth. Until I find a place for everything I really have no idea why I needed to go through through this chaos. I sometimes wonder why I need to get so messy. Perhaps it is a reflection of where my brain is at with all the knowledge, new and revisited. My brain needs to recalibrate how it is organizing all this stuff I find fascinating. Perhaps my physical space also needs to be reorganized because I have a new lens to see my world through. But first we go through the chaos.

About the hats, they would be educator, artist, dressmaker, student, woman living with a cat, human who misses having her friends over for tea, snacks, and chats about life, the universe, and everything.

Little Felted Soaps

 

This weeks project. Get some soaps felted up and off to Walrus.

How the hell is it September?????

This year...AHG!...enough said

So this is what I got up to this weekend. Make do and mend a few pairs of work jeans.

Back.

Front.

Six other pairs.