Bud is beginning to figure out how to spend time in my studio.
He usually wants to play with Fate, so I either kick them both out into the yard or put Bud in the crate when that happens.
The past couple of days it’s been warm enough for them to both stay outside chasing each other around or sleeping in the sun. But Bud seems to be getting the idea that he has to be calm in my studio.
Today, while I was tacking my Spring quilt, he slept by the door in the sun.
I don’t really need two dogs in my small studio, but when Jon and Red aren’t home, I’d rather not leave Bud alone in the house. And as long as he can live by my studio rules (being calm and posing with the art) it’s nice to have him there.
It may not have happened at all, or at least not as quickly as it did, if not for all the people who gave me suggestions on how to get parts for my 30 year old, Singer Sewing Machine.
I had just about given up on it, but you all inspired me.
I actually didn’t have to do anything more than call John, the sewing machine repair guy and tell him about my new ideas for getting the part for my machine, when he let me know he was just given another machine that he though he could use the parts from, to fix mine.
Now, a few weeks later, I picked up my sewing machine at Charlies Vacuum Repair shop, and for just $63, it’s working beautifully.
I tested it out on one of the potholders that I made last week.
When I hung the potholder on my wall to take a picture of it so I could post it in my Etsy Shop, I saw there was a stain on one of the pieces of fabric. This happens sometimes when using recycled fabric. A stain I couldn’t see seems to suddenly appear on a finished piece.
So I took the potholder apart, replaced the stained piece with another piece of fabric and sewed it back together again.
With all the time I put into it, I will make little money on this potholder. But that’s just the way it goes sometimes. I wasn’t ready to ditch this potholder, the time I already put into it, and all the lovely pieces of scrap fabric I used to create it made it worth saving.
That’s a big part of what my work is about after all, reusing and not wasting.
And the potholder turned out lovely. I put it up for sale in my Etsy Shop with another potholder I made with the scraps from making my Dragonfly Potholders.
Now it can live a long life, bring beauty to someone’s kitchen and help that person pull hot pans out of the oven and hot pots off the stove.
This is my fourth batch of Spring Potholders. I made five of them, but sold one before it was done.
My Spring Potholders keep evolving. I loved making all the swirling, curling vines and flowers. I stitched these on a cut up vintage cotton tablecloth. The potholder on the top right even has some the embroidery from the tablecloth in it.
My Spring Potholders are $25 each. Shipping is $5 no matter how many you buy. You can buy them in my Etsy Shop, fullmoonfiberart. Just click here or on the Shop Etsy button below.
Dragonflies are a symbol of change, of bringing light to a situation to help gain perspective.
Emily, an artist and baker, I bellydance with, gave me this dragonfly fabric. Somehow, with all the potholders I’ve made, it’s the first time I really took advantage of the diamond-shaped design that is natural to potholder hung from their corners.
Once I started making them, I couldn’t stop.
Every once in a while, a dragonfly will come into my studio when I have my door open in the summer. I always take it as a sign that it’s time to do something different with my art. Even if it doesn’t happen that day, I know a change will come soon.
My Dragonfly Potholders are $17 each. Shipping is $5 no matter how many you buy. You can see them all close up and buy them in my Etsy Shop, fullmoonfiberart. Just click here to get there or on the Shop Etsy button below.
You can always get to my Etsy Shop by clicking on the Etsy buttons on the menu at the top or bottom of my blog. Even if temporarily run out of potholders I always have some of my art for sale in my Etsy Shop, and some of Jon’s photographs.
I saw the purple thread strung on the stalk of a weed growing in the woods and knew it came from me. I’m always trailing threads and have no doubt I left this one behind on one of my previous walks.
I know I leave evidence of me in the woods, smells, footprints, there’s a crows feather stuck in the bark of the Shag Bark Hickory I always visit and an earring and a bone I left in the hollow of a tree as an offering.
But I didn’t expect to see something so obvious of me, as the purple thread.
I took this slow motion video of the thread, which is only about two inches long, caught in a breeze.