“Don't think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it's good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.”― Andy Warhol
Stephie (Peas in a Pod) is having a great give away. Stop by and see the wonderful May baskets Mama and Sweet Pea made for Sweet Pea's friends! Leave a comment to be entered in the give away.
Wednesday, I made some prairie points out of some white on white fabric and some rouleau loops out of a fine pima cotton and more of the white on white.
Yesterday, I spent almost all day working on the first section for Karen Ruane's class. First, washing and pressing some of my vintage linens, then trying to find a pleasing format for piecing them together. It was difficult to cut into the old handkerchiefs, especially as I'd been able to get out some of the stains in one of them.
I finally--after a great deal of dilly-dallying, adding and subtracting, arranging and rearranging--came up with something that pleased me. I pinned and basted the pieces. I added some French knots around the edge of the hankie on the bottom left, then remembered that I wanted to take a picture before doing the rest of the seams and hung it up--you can see the hoop marks from working on that first seam.
After taking the picture, I got back to work on the rest of the seams, and that was what I did off and on all day and into the night. Downstairs, vaccuum. Upstairs, seams. Downstairs, clean and straighten. Upstairs, seams. Downstairs, put on laundry...
I've also pinned together another section, but haven't basted it yet.
This morning, my husband looked out the window and said, "I really like your prayer flags hanging in the garden." Fee is always so nice about whatever I do, but I wasn't sure he liked the look of the flags in the garden, and although I've enjoyed looking at them, I wasn't completely comfortable because I thought he was just being his usual sweet self.
Our decorating styles are not at all the same. I'm kind of shabby (without the chic); he is usually more spare and sophisticated. Our house reflects that lack of unity as we try to accommodate each other.
Now, that he has said that the flags make him feel peaceful, they mean even more, and my day begins on a high note.
Errands are in the forecast for today, but the pull of the studio is keeping me from getting started. All I want to do is go upstairs and stitch.