Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Opening Weekend

It's bigger than baseball.  It's bigger than football.  It's bigger than the Penn Relays and the NFL Draft, both of which are also taking place this weekend in Philadelphia.

It's the opening weekend of show season.

It starts Saturday, and it just keeps rolling.

Saturday, 4/29, I'm at The Woodlands (Cemetery) at 40th & Woodland from 11:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m.  This is always one of my favorite spring events -- I love Woodland Cemetery anyway, and walk there all the time, but it's a wonderful contrast, the serene graveyard and then the near-circus (literally) that's going on in front.

It's a good time.

On Sunday, I'm trying a new event called Flavors on the Avenue, also from 11:00 a.m. - 5:00 p.m.  This event has existed previously, but prior to this year it was simply a restaurant festival in South Philly.  This year they decided to add vendors to turn it into a proper street festival, so I hopped on board.

I do two shows a year on Passyunk Avenue -- Bang Boom Craft, which is combined with a vintage car show and occurs at the end of July, and the annual Halloween show.  Both are good days, and the organizer of those events is the one who pulled the vendors together for Flavors.

Let's see: nice weather, lots of food, alcohol being served on the street . . . and shopping?  I'm always in favor of events that allow alcohol; it either lowers the shopping inhibition or it gives the spouses something to do while the other half shops.

I have a seriously large quantity of stuff made, so here's hoping I come home with a lot less of it.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Find your tribe


Getting ready for show season in two weeks.  The machines are humming, the fabric is flying and me, I'm tired.  But that's okay.

Friday, April 7, 2017

Spring Cleaning

One of the problems with having a big house is cleaning it.

Another problem is that, even having hauled a metric shot-ton of stuff over the past few months, I have a lot of stuff.  Which also needs cleaning.

First world problems, I know.  My house is too big, sigh.  I have to clean it, sigh.

But still.  I live in the first world, and occasionally I have to deal with its problems.

This past weekend I did a mother-daughter sewing workshop at the house (in the dining room) and thus,the house had to be cleaned.

Yeah, seeing a deer head on the wall will distract momentarily from the dust bunnies hopping merrily down the hall, but if people stay long enough, reality will start to creep in around the edges.

So we cleaned.  Mario tackled the powder room off the kitchen and I excavated the dining room. It was amazing how much stuff ended up in there that belonged in other rooms.  Then we polished furniture and scared ourselves with the unfamiliar smell of lemon.

And now it's clean. It looks good, if I do say so.  Sharing simply because it won't last and I want to remember it.

























Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Move over Bonnie

There are new chicks in town.

Meet Grace and Frankie.  (And now you know a little bit about my Netflix viewing habits).

They came from a farm in New Jersey which had, in addition to chickens, ducks, sheep and goats.  I want a goat.  Since chickens are still illegal in Philadelphia, I think a goat might be crossing a line.

We picked them up on Sunday after I did a couple of fittings for prom dress alterations, and got them settled in their coop. They came home, if you can't tell, in a cat carrier.

Two hens, one white (Grace), and one red/brown (Frankie). Both brown egg layers,and both apparently dumb as rocks since neither one can figure out that they're supposed to sleep on the perch in the roost.  First night, one slept in the straw up in the roost and the other downstairs by the waterer.  The next night, they both made it upstairs.  One even slept in the nest box.

Best thing about having chickens again? I'll actually spend time in the garden. Last year I put in a ton of veggie starts,and then Bonnie died. Without a reason to be in the yard twice a day, the weeds took over.


Thursday, March 23, 2017

The dolls have something to say

I started thinking about making these dolls around the election, and after the Women's March on January 21, when I saw just how many women (and men) had their children with them, I made a list of words that I wanted to embroider on my next lot of dolls.

That was as far as the project got, because of orders and various other things that got in the way.

But now I've finally gotten moving.  I'm back in my friend's office three days a week, and one of the first things I did there was sell three dolls -- two that said "Resist" and one that said "Persist."

The dolls pictured here are the ones left over from that initial sewing frenzy:


Love, Peace, Dream, Wild, Feminist and Believe.

They are going into the Etsy shop today, with the note that they are also available in other skin / hair / eye color combinations.  I know this collection looks rather Caucasian, but that's only because I tend to batch sew, so that I don't have to change thread color.  There are medium and dark bits stacked on the sewing table, waiting their turn to be attached to the appropriate dresses.

Resist and Persist will be returning with the next batch of girls.

Can you think of any other words that would work?

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Grove of Giants

I've posted many times before about Woodlands Cemetery, my local Victorian-era cemetery, walking destination and general happy place.

I went there this morning after a trip to the post office, both because it was spring (again, for what, maybe the third time in three weeks?) and because I knew there had been some changes.

A few weeks ago on Facebook, the cemetery announced that the Grove of Giants, which was a group of enormous English elm trees toward the back of the cemetery (and the actual last standing grove of English elms in the U.S.) had become infected with Dutch Elm disease.  They had attempted to treat the trees, but the infection had spread and the trees were becoming hazardous.

The sad decision was that the trees had to be cut down.  The second part of the decision (which I liked) was that they would leave as much of the trunk as would be safe, both as a haven for wildlife - of which the cemetery has much - and as a tribute to the massive presence those trees had on the grounds.

The remaining trunks have to be at least ten to fifteen feet high.  If you don't look straight up, you can almost pretend the trees are still there, except that the shade is gone.

Seeing the trunks scattered among the gravestones, they seem almost more monument than the man-made ones beneath.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Easter. Rising.

So, I made rabbits.

I've made them before, generally as part of the receiving-blanket-bear marathon, but this year I decided to pull a few out of my hat for Easter.

Because why not?

(That, and I had some appropriately colored cashmere sweaters to tear into).

This little guy here, high on life and Easter eggs, is ivory cashmere with gingham accents.  I think he's pretty cute.

The second set, seen recently as photo props in my post about the Precious, are a combination of a lime green cashmere and a cotton/lycra sweater in Easter-y rainbow stripes.  The ears and foot pads are bright pink jersey from my t-shirt scrap bag.

The colors look almost edible, don't they?

I'm dropping a few more bunnies off at one of the shops I deal with, but I'm leaving the ivory one and at least one of the green striped ones with me so I can put them in the Etsy shop.