And that's pretty much what I've been doing since my last post. My "break" began, really, at the end of April, right after the Lacombe Art Show & Sale. It's not uncommon for folks to "crash" (or at least, slump a little) after a big event, and I did. My hands, especially, didn't want to have anything to do with using my sewing machine or cutting fabric. My hands wanted to knit and embroider and garden and hold good books. Believe it or not, they even wanted to peel recalcitrant wall paper and wield a paint brush and roller.
And so they did.
Enter Pookie, the kitten, in 2012. Some time in her first year or so with me, she discovered what fun it was to dive down beside the bed. What treasures lay in the drawers that she could access from behind? And wait! What's this?! Loose wall paper! What fun!!
And so...bit by bit, she attacked it -- when I wasn't around or paying attention -- until there was nothing for me to do but peel it off in a swath, rendering the wall decidedly ugly.
That's when I decided to move my bed so that it was at 90 degrees to the wall -- hoping that this would motivate me to finish the job and paint the wall.
It took me a good three years (or more; I lost track) for that ploy to work -- but work it did, last month. Here's a shot of the Peel in Progress.
For a brief moment, I entertained the thought of not peeling the last two sheets of wall paper -- hitherto unscathed -- and just painting 2/3 of the wall...but I knew that would likely look too weird. Sigh.
So I proceeded to finish the job.
In the process, though, I had to prepare the rest of the room, and that included Getting Rid of Stuff. Said "stuff" referred mainly to books I'd either read and wouldn't likely read again, or books I no longer even cared about reading, and to yarn I'd been given or rescued that in reality, I'd never want to knit with. Knitting friends, the local lending library and the church's annual Yard Sale were the beneficiaries.
And I ended up with a room that -- with the bed back along the wall -- feels much more spacious and open. Lighter, even. With room for some new artwork (even my own pieces!) on the wall...
|Over the head of the bed (L): an embroidery of |
a patchwork quilt, stitched by my mother.
Hanging on the rod: Ivy for Faithfulness, a very early attempt
(by me) at turning a traditional pattern into something "arty" (2010).
On the bed: my "Not so Grand Illusion" -- from a Bonnie Hunter
Mystery. On the wall at the right:(top) a knit sculpture by Julie Mears:
Underwater Mini #1 (2008); bottom: my own work -- Rock Face III, 2014
In the midst of sifting and sorting, I tackled my guest room (aka where I store my art work) and opened my blanket box for the first time in years. Therein I unearthed quilts I'd made -- one for my daughter and one for my late godmother -- and some I'd been given on my aunt's death, which I'd forgotten I had. One of those I showed you, now adorning a bench in my Outdoor Studio in good weather. Several others have now come out to hang on quilt racks -- one in the guest room, and one in my own room:
|On the wall (L): two floral cross-stitch pieces|
done by my mother; and (R) one "Just Nan" sampler
embroidered by me in 2005. On the desk: a runner
I made for Canada 150 in 2017 from a free "mystery"
pattern, and a tiny sampler -- Take Time to Cruise --
designed by Jeannette Douglas for her first stitching
cruise, which I took in 2009.
Here's a close up of that cozy corner. The chair is antique; I believe it belonged first to my maternal grandmother, but it could be even older than that. I know I've never seen another like it. My mother refurbished it with the needlepoint decades ago. To protect the seat, I've pinned (with short T pins) thereon a small hanging I made in a class in another lifetime -- that I'd forgotten I had. It seems to have worked (thus far!) to keep Miss Pookie from clawing at the chair's upholstery.
Just this past week, I made it back into the sewdio. I'm travelling home to Quebec later this month and wanted to make a 'thank you' for my cousins, with whom I'll be staying part of the time. Their eldest daughter, Sarah is -- like my daughter -- a talented photographer. She and her husband Ian own an organic market veggie farm -- Les Jardins de Glenelm -- and she took this photo in March, when it had snowed -- yet again!
I fell in love with it and asked permission to recreate it in textiles, which was granted. So...this week, I did:
It's a tiny piece -- just 6" square -- which I've wrapped around a stretched canvas and on Friday, took to my framer's for a floater. I'll pick it up by week's end. Alas, the lighting doesn't show it, but the background is a piece of recycled, thin, poly-cotton sheeting that I hand-dyed a pale blue. Once I applied the fabric for the barn, I drew in the trees as guidelines, but there's much more stitching that's been done to finish it off. I promise a photo of the finished piece before I take it to it's new home!
And so I leave you for the moment...and will link this up with Nina Marie's Off the Wall Friday before I go. This week she shares "9 Tips to Unleash Your Creativity". I seem to have been living Tip #4 -- after a fashion -- this past month...and very soon, I'll be following Tip #9. Let's see where that leads, shall we?
Thanks for stopping by...I hope to 'see' you again soon!