Winner of the Common Thread Give-a-way…..

July 17th, 2014
Karen Heenan's felted Lion

Karen Heenan’s felted Lion

Well, I’m not going to tell you who the winner is of this lovely lion is, you’ll have to click here and  go to Karen’s website Sewing by the Seat of my Pants to find out.  And if you didn’t win but see something you like on Karen’s ETSY shop, if you use the code Thank You, you’ll get 10% off anything you purchase.  (it’s not just lions either).

Next Month it’s my turn to give something away in the Common Thread Give-a-way (hopefully we’ll have no more delays like we did this  month)  Then the schedule goes like this: (Although I wouldn’t be surprised if we had another guest artist or two inbetween)

Aug 4 – Rachel Barlow- Picking My Battles

Sept 1 – Kim Gifford- Pugs and Pics

Oct 6 – Jane McMillen- Little House Home Arts
Nov 3 – Jon Katz- Bedlam Farm

Then me again…..


A New Quilt Started from Scraps

July 16th, 2014
Plastic bag of scraps

Plastic bag of scraps

Started a quilt today.  Emptied a plastic bag filled with scraps from Laura Israel’s every giving collection of fabric.  And, Mary Ann Pettway (Gee’s Bend) style, I just started sewing the pieces together that were the same size. Came up with this:

scrap quilt 2


scrap quilt 3

This is as far as I got for today…

scrap quilt 4



Napkin Notebook 2: Delilah’s Own Recipe

July 15th, 2014
Delilah's Own Recipe

Delilah’s Own Recipe

Remember when Sinead O’Connor shaved her head and it was controversial?  Or when Mia Farrow cut her hair (really short for the time) during the filming of Rosemary’s Baby and they used it in the film which, to me, made the movie even more disturbing. There are many religions where women aren’t allowed to cut their hair or show their hair.  My own mother feels that a certain point in a woman’s life (I’m not sure exactly when it is)  she should no longer have long hair.

There’s something powerful about women’s hair.  So many issues of control seem to surround it. Covering it up, cutting it, putting it up, letting it down.

Today when I was meditating I saw a woman cutting her own hair, holding up the shears in frustration and as solution.  There was an element of magic to it,transformation in the sacrifice.  And an element of control in her decision to do as she pleased with her own body.

This didn’t come out exactly the way I wanted it to.  Her expression is a bit more bleak than I planned, and I’m thinking it might work better without the reflection in the mirror, just a blank mirror.  I may try it again tomorrow and see what happens.

Napkin Notebook 1 “Sleepwalking”

July 14th, 2014


As I was bringing all my fabric and stuff back into my studio from where it’s been in the house since the Open House in June, I came across a whole mess of white napkins.  So I washed them and laid them on top of each other and they looked to me like a big thick sketch pad.

So many blank leaves of napkin, I couldn’t wait to get at it.   I started with the girl, went to the kitchen then saw the books.  Some of it is stitched some of it is marker.  I’m figuring out how to combine the two.  Sleepwalking is the first drawing in my Napkin Notebook.

Common Thread Give-away Karen Heenan Guest Artist

July 14th, 2014
Karen Heenan's felted Lion

Karen Heenan’s felted Lion

I have always had a thing for lions and Karen Heenan’s lion, with his sunflower face,  looks to me  like he just walked out of a children’s book.  Made from recycled sweaters with a fringe of  t-shirt jersey you can win him by entering the Common Thread Give-a-way.

Karen is one of our guest artists, she has a wonderfully creative blog,  Sewing By the Seat of My Pants, where she writes about her latest creations made from recycled materials, her life as a woman trying to make a living doing what she loves and her cats.  She’s a gifted seamstress making dresses from table cloths, mittens from sweaters and potholders from pajama pants.

So if you’d like to try and win Karen’s Lion, just click here and leave a comment on her blog (or just check out her blog and ETSY pages one with all kinds of Vintage stuff for sale)

The winner of the Common Thread Give-a-way will be announced on Thursday.  Good Luck!

Me And Betty Crocker

July 13th, 2014
Yesterday's breakfast

Yesterday’s breakfast: Expressionist Peach Pancakes. (I’ve found that I actually enjoy making pancakes even if this one in particular may make it seem otherwise)

Plates, and glasses, silverware and pans, bowls and pots, all come out of the cabinets.  I cook breakfast.  Then wash the dishes, maybe I put them back in the cabinets.  A few hours later plates, and glasses, silverware and pans, bowls and pots, all come out of the cabinets or dish drain, I make lunch wash the dishes, maybe I put them back in the cabinets.  Then at dinner, plates, and glasses, silverware and pans, bowls and pots, all come out of the cabinets and dish drain,  I  wash the dishes, don’t put them back in the cabinets.   Boring right?  Boring to read, boring to do.  I think of all the women in all the kitchens over the years.  I don’t think of the ones who are happy doing this, who enjoy cooking and taking care of their families,  I think of the ones who don’t and do it anyway.

I think of all the horror housewife stories I’ve read and movies I’ve seen about women stuck in unfulfilled lives they hate, going mad and even killing themselves.   I collected them, Madame Bovary, Wifey, The Awakening, Revolutionary Road, kept them on my bookshelf to remind me of what I didn’t want.

But somehow, (maybe because I never thought about what I did want)  even though I didn’t go the traditional route of the house in the suburbs with kids, for a good part of my existence I still found myself trapped in an unfulfilled life, going mad like all those women in all those novels.  It was when Jon gave me the use of one of his barns as a studio and began encouraging me to make my art that I started to claw my way out.

And I’m not complaining, ( or don’t mean to be) and I am so grateful to have Jon back home healing and getting better and better everyday.  And I know it could be so much worse, that so many people have it so much harder that I do.  And there have been many surprisingly wonderful things to come out of Jon’s Open Heart Surgery.  But if I’m going to be honest, (an apparently I am) this past week or so of taking care of Jon at home I can see that, as a caretaker,  I’m easily frustrated, not very patient and often irritable.  And Jon is not the kind of man who wants to be waited on or taken care of,  (one of the patients wives in the hospital told me how her husband didn’t want to ring for the nurses because he didn’t want to bother them, but was happy to have her do everything for him or have her call the nurse) he wants his independence back as quickly as possible and is getting it.  But I thought this morning, that if I did have to do this long term, that I might become like one of those women in one of those novels again.

I remember seeing an After School Special (remember them) on TV when I was a teenager.  It was about an unwed mother trying to finish high school and take care of her new born baby.  At one point the baby is crying and the girl picks it up and shakes it to make it stop.  Soon after that she gives the baby up for adoption.  It’s the only scene from the movie I remember, but I do know I thought that it’s exactly how I would feel if I had a baby.  And I know this is one of the reasons I never had children.  Because I did not see myself as someone who could be there so totally for another person.

So I don’t know if it’s just who I am, or if it’s because I gave so much of my life away before meeting Jon, that no matter how much I love Jon and want to take care of him and want him to be healthy and  happy, I’m not willing to give up my life to do it.  And I know he wouldn’t ever want me to.   But still it seems so selfish to me to feel this way.  And not something I wanted to admit to myself or anyone else.  But it is the truth.

And now, after finally acknowledging it, saying it out loud to Jon and writing about it,  I realize that it doesn’t have to be one or the other.  That part of loving someone else is being able to love myself just as much.  And loving someone else doesn’t mean giving up my life for them whether it’s a child or a spouse whether they’re healthy or not.  And that selfish feeling,  well I guess it’s going to come and go for a while, but I think ultimately, it won’t win out over the truth.  And the truth is that I’m not willing to give away my life like I have in the past.  And I’m not going to swallow arsenic or drown myself in the ocean because, unlike those women in those novels, I have choices and at this point in my life I know what I want as much as what I don’t want.



Leave it

July 11th, 2014

new pieceI could only find one bobbin but had all my thread.  Got my iron and sewing machine a piece of fabric and batting.  That’s all I really needed this afternoon after pushing my desk back under the lights.  This is the first step (or so) of something new.  I had to stop myself from doing more on it.  I was going to write the words “Leave it” (you can see the gray upside down  “L” right and center) but the thread kept jamming in the needle.  After many tries, (I just don’t get it sometimes)  I did leave it just as it was.

Morning Walk

July 11th, 2014


Now our days start with a morning walk.  Today it was through Cambridge.  I’ve been reading “Z” a book about Zelda Fitzgerald by Theresa Anne Fowler and was inspired to buy Jon a pair of linen pants.  I think they’re a hit.

Jon and Maria’s Notecards For Sale

July 10th, 2014
Everyday Goddess Notecards by Maria Wulf

Everyday Goddess Notecards by Maria Wulf

Well I didn’t get into my studio this morning, but I’m lighter having packed up the note card orders I got in the mail.

And we do have some note cards left.  I have only about 10 packs of my Everyday Goddess Notecards  (half of them went to my Kickstarter supporters)  and we still have  some of Jon’s Lamb and Peaceable Kingdom notecards available. (you can see them just below the Paypal button)

There are four 5×7 notecards per pack and each pack is $20 + $5 shipping (in the US, a bit more in Canada) for 1-2 packs and $10 shipping for 3 or more.

You can use the PayPal button below (Please be sure to add a note to the order saying which notecard(s) you would like) or you can send a check to:

Full Moon Fiber Art
PO Box 205
Cambridge NY 12816


Bedlam Farm Animal note cards by Jon Katz

Bedlam Farm Animal note cards by Jon Katz

Jon's Lamb Notecards

Jon’s Lamb Notecards

A Little Bit of Normal

July 9th, 2014
Inside my School House Studio/Gallery

Inside my School House Studio/Gallery

On Deb’s last day of looking after the animals, I asked her to help me move some of the furniture back into my studio.  It’s been in the barn since the Open House, my studio a little time capsule of the day after.  My plans were to have it back in working condition after sorting out all the money and commissions from the Gallery sales for the weekend.  But that took a few days and then Jon was in the hospital.  I say good morning to my studio everyday from the back door as I let the dogs out.  I’ll be back soon. I say out loud, patience.

Ideally I would like to take some time and bring everything back in at once.   Filling up my shelves with the fabric I stored in cardboard boxes which sit in the dining room and laundry room.  Maybe rearranging my furniture, getting rid of some stuff, a cleansing cleaning.  But in reality things seem to be going back in dribs and drabs.  A chair or two one day, taking down the fabric from the windows another.  Little moment eked out from my days which are filled with domestic chores (many of which I’m not used to doing like cooking which is Jon’s joy)  and catching up from our abrupt departure to the hospital.

This morning I planned on getting right to the bills and mail piled on the table, (lots of cards and requests for notecards which have been sitting there for almost two weeks) but instead I picked up my sketch pad and started to draw.  Drawing is something I can do right now.  It doesn’t require a sewing machine or studio and it has helped keep me grounded and sane (as has blogging).  But the thought of sitting down to do the bills was so depressing to me that picking up my sketch pad felt like taking a drink of cold water after mowing the lawn in the middle of the day.  And it was just enough to get me going and focused for the rest of the day.

I still haven’t caught up on all the bookkeeping for Full Moon Fiber Art, but I’m thinking that tomorrow morning I may push the desk in my studio back against the windows and bring in my sewing machine, a piece of fabric and batting and take some time to work on a streaming piece.  Maybe just an hour or so to get something started. I can feel it wants to happen.  Jon will be blogging and I’ll be in my studio, what’s more normal than that?