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Auction Connection

A stunning pair of mercury glass obelisks that caught my fancy.

‘A symphony of plates, and vases, and silverware and candlesticks,’ he inevitably shouts my way, but I cannot focus. My peripheral vision has caught sight of a cobalt and salmon lustreware pitcher on the bottom shelf of a glass display case.  I fumble inside to inspect the piece firsthand, an activity that involves drawing it to the eye or under my handy magnifying loop, all while twirling and turning it around and upside down for signs of irreparable damage. ‘dances in your head! he continues, Is this (pointing at the lustreware in my death grip with a knowing smirk) going to be part of our symphony?’

Mayybe?‘ I  husband-probe, ‘How do you feel about it?’

And so goes the way of conversation after conversation hinged on our collecting dreams. Saturday afternoon’s grand tour of  Doyle At Home ~ Fine Furniture, Decorations, and Paintings unfolded in much the same way as previous auction previews. Whether collecting for pleasure or the pragmatic, the discussion invariably leads to chat of aesthetics and economics.  Do we both love it?  Can we afford it?

As young collectors, it is prudent to peruse the wares at as many fleas, estate sales, galleries, art and craft fairs, antique shows, and auction previews long before purchasing.

Below is a short, yet suitable list to familiarize you with the larger auction houses as well as smaller regional auctions. Wherever you are, there is an auction for you.

Interior Designers snap up settees like this for a bargain, refurbishing and reupholstering for a spectacular return.

Dizzy from the symphony of china and crystal dancing through my head, this velvet jewel-toned chaise lounge had just the right Hollywood vibe for a good faint.

Camel back sofa with great bones. The Euro-oriental kitsch and the pearlescent sheen of the fabric was a tad over the top.

Antiques and the Arts Online, offers a comprehensive overview of  auctions taking place across the United States

Bonhams and Butterfields

Christie’s

Doyle New York

Freeman’s, American Furniture, Decorative & Folk Art, English & Continental Furniture & Decorative Arts, Asian Arts, Fine American & European Paintings, Modern and Contemporary Art, Rare Books, Fine Prints, Oriental Rugs, Fine Jewelry & Silver, and 20th /21st Century Design

iGavel online auctions,  fine arts, antiques, and collectibles

Phillips De Pury & Company, specializing in contemporary art

Sotheby’s

Swann Galleries Auctioneers, specializing in rare books and works on paper

Tepper Galleries

Waddington’s

Wes Cowan’s Historic Americana Auctions, specializing in Native American art and antiques

Do you know of any well-regarded large or regional auction houses near you? What treasures can be found there?

Clueless Goes to Miami

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This turkey is off to baste in the Miami sunshine.  That’s right, ladies and lads, tomorrow I’ll be  up with the roosters and on my way to Art Basel Miami Beach, an international contemporary art fair with more than 250 premier galleries in attendance.

My descent on Miami symbolizes the culmination of my graduate studies, a chance to see the art market in action.  But I come from two camps:  one that views art outside the realm of commerce – the art historian side; the other that knows that art and artists need the market to survive. Before the credit crash, Basel (marketers) and others glorified art as commodity, promoting fairs as playgrounds for the wealthiest – often with precarious egos; some without apprehension of art and its history –  to mental masturbate en masse (“hobnob,” I believe is the appropriate term).  Art, so it seemed, was not the primary reason to be there.  Hmmm.

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Has economic  hardship changed the face of the art world?  The meaning of art?  Respect, appreciation and knowledge of art and artists?  These are the thoughts that frequently mill through my mind, and will be when I meander through the booths at Miami.

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Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to pack, preen, slap on a fake tan, grow some breasts, and craft a few art-conversation topics to hobnob with those who may be more clueless than I.  Wink and a nod.  Oh yeah.

What say you about art and the market?  Blurt out the first word that comes to mind.

See New York Magazine’s Holiday in the Sun, a good read for the uninitiated.

Glass Etching Leaves Lasting Impression

On this celebratory day forty years after the United States landed the manned spacecraft Apollo 11 on the moon’s surface, I observed my own personal victory by way of a different craft.

It was, however, with depressed spirit that my day started off, begrudgingly aware that I had not been holding up to my declared end of the bargain. But, to submerse myself in a craft that most likely would offend tried-and-true crafters and virtually humiliate me has been a real hurdle to overcome.  In the hierarchy of skilled craft, using a commercial kit and calling it a true craft is similar to popping a Lean Cuisine in the microwave and calling it “homemade,” no?  If so, I’m guilty as charged.  Alas, the snazzy Armour Etch Deluxe Glass Etching Kit brimming with innumerable hokey stencils of jolly snowmen and corny love phrases was at $24.95 something I could afford to write about.

I am not nor have ever been someone who by nature derives pleasure from crafting.  Before this, it was very unlikely that I would have been spotted on the hunt for the next project to begin, thrilled that I had come across a new material or craft resource to investigate.  I am most comfortable in my status as the curious observer who gets joy from mulling over someone elses’s finished work.

A first pass through of the directions, written imperceptibly small and with abundant references to non-descriptive visuals, was enough to warrant a toss in the garbage.  I huffed and fumed at those sly marketers who back when the most recent version of this kit was developed (probably in the 90s as the garish, dated box cover attests) advertised this as “3 simple steps”! BAIT AND SWITCH, BAIT AND SWITCH, I proclaim! (Stick with me because I was and often am bombarded with thoughts of ineptitude when it comes to building things and following directions, which leads to spasms of paranoia and a fair share of grumbling ;-).

IMG_0559 The Armour Etch brochure showcasing a smattering of fancy flower stencils.

Recounting my sentiments and logic, all the above hemming and hawing is admittedly nonsensical, even asnine!  With relative ease, I did create an impeccable rendition of a lighthouse nestled on a rocky ocean shore.  The quaint 4x 4 in. glass image happily reminds me of the famous Twin Lights off Gloucester’s Good Harbor Beach, where my parents live and I enjoy lazy weekend visits.  In sum, the emotion, the satisfaction, the power, and the fear that enveloped me as I impatiently clawed at the last blue bits of stencil hiding the etch from view can be described as one of deep fulfillment.  Below, a scene similar to Gloucester’s Twin Lights:

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A tranquil scene eteched in glass.  Well worth the internal tumult!

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I suppose we all have our judgments, which really are tools we use to hold ourselves back.  From the outset, I judged my ability to create with confidence, fearful that I would be unable to handle frustration and failure should things not go as they should.  Instead, I chalked up any possible incompetence to the hackneyed concept of the at-home crafting kit, which I reasoned would qualify me a fool if I took it seriously and actually tried to do well.  Of course, with this clever equation, I would never let myself down.

Completing this craft exercise banished the Monday blues, etching a surprising last impression.  I, in fact, rather like and appreciate — ah em, uh — kitschy seascapes.  Whoever thought I could be so clueless to not know that about myself.

For Every Failure, a Triumph

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Above, a sweet reminder of the soul-fulfilling joy of the handcrafted

Yesterday, in the midst of baking cupcakes soaked in a simple sugar of Grand Marnier (shameless plug) for the evening’s Badger Book Club, I experienced a renewed sense of self that I had feared died with the art fair fiasco.  In the kitchen where I was the leader of my own domain, calling upon stand mixer and sugar thermometer to work harmoniously in favor of a common goal, I was bowled over by the scent of power.  As the cupcake batter rose, so did I.

While I am not exposing anything new, it is amazing how often we forget what power rests in our own hands, that the manipulation of a whisk can correlate to a repaired sense of self.  I believe that is how, as I cautiously surveyed a boiling pot of sugar, I came to remember this event:

First In-Person Interview of a Crafter:

Leah Parkhurst’s Studio, Rustbelt Fiberwerks
Friday, July 10th
Milwaukee, WI

As I develop and refine the thrust of thecluelesscrafter.com, which is indeed a work in-progress, I have revamped several of my initial ideas.  The first iteration of this site was to be an online journal devoted to my musings upon crafting from a person who has little experience in the matter.  It quickly came to be that I would need to understand craft from crafters and non-crafters’ perspective.  Truth be told, I knew I would need to substantiate my thoughts, sometimes blathers, with experts in the area.  Which brought me to the Interview a Crafter, Artisan, Artist idea, or Phase II of thecluelesscrafter.com.  Ideally, I wanted to play to my passion and strength in relationship building.  Although I flubbed at the fair, I most often find that I listen well to others.  Leah was the first in-person interview before the online Interview form was posted;  I was reminded why I care about what I am doing.

Much like myself, Leah is pursuing a career, one might say a way of life, that hinges upon the betterment of the self and those around her.  She crafts to enrich the everyday, reminding us that we share a history greater than ourselves.   Through the stitching together of found fabrics important to her life or once important to another’s, her aprons ground us in an aesthetic experience that enriches the present.  Leah also runs a business selling her craft, one that she says is becoming increasingly successful as the economy has grown increasingly unstable.  All this seems to suggest that the general population is looking to craft from a different angle.  So am I.

What I most notably derived from the interview is that craft as an art form and as a business is complex, more so as the economy undergoes intense fluctuation.  As it is no longer on trend to laud those that funnel bundles of cash into the pockets of dealers representing the current blue chip artists, crafters appear to be more in tune with our current reality.  When I asked Leah if my assumption that there exists a tension between artists and crafters was founded, her response was intriguing.  She recounted an event before a recent craft fair in which a large discussion was held over the topic of whether the exhibitors desired to be called crafters or artists.  It was apparently a heated debate with many taking opposing sides.  It seems clear that our definition of art and craft in our culture is undergoing serious reassessment.

Just how I tap into this world and garner its respect means that I need to devise a viable business model.  How do I fuse my quest for self actualization by delving into the handmade with my passion for understanding the broader implications of craft today with a revenue generating plan that will allow me to continue on this path?!

The only way I can think to get nearer to the root of the question is to step inside the craft world and make something.  I’ve been intending to try my hand at glass etching or candle making…

Failing at the Fair & Business 101

I am back at my post in NY posting to a site even I don’t want to read.

I wish I could nurture my wounded ego by being a bit more forgiving of my flagrant naivete, yet I cannot stop replaying each disastrous moment in my  head.  Two days have elapsed since the fair, but the embarrassment is just as poignant.  In retrospect, the first assumption I made was that I was the center of the universe, that my site and my lofty visions would matter to the rest of the art world.  I tricked myself into believing that I had the right to walk into a world where I had little experience other than a stint on a TV show making a few batches of ribbon flowers, and authoritatively convince them to care about my desire to define craft today!  I am totally crazy.

I equate what I did to what is referred to in sales as cold calling, only I had the clueless chutzpah to do it in person and suffer the rejection face to face.  I distinctly remember my first pitch to the unsuspecting victim.  Her booth of portraits painted in a 17th-century Northern style, but with a more quaint spin,  was located on a corner parcel on the capitol square.  I spotted her fumbling in the back of her exhibition space, clearly preoccupied with the stress of setting up for the day’s fair.  Like a pit bull in a china shop, I stuffed myself into her tiny booth and wagged my sloppy, over-eager tail all over the place.  After .3 seconds of tripping over every word, I was abruptly shooed out, tail between legs.  She would not even accept the offer of my sleek flyer.

It is rare that I feel terrified at the thought of speaking to people, but after what I immediately perceived as rejection I could no longer form a complete sentence.   Summoning up what little composure remained, I completed all four sides of the square, speaking to two more booth proprietors showing wares in ceramic and glass.  With a lousy performance in tow, I hightailed it out of the bustling crowd to my awaiting rental car.  As I pulled away from the crime scene in which I was both victim and persecutor, a thought crept into my mind.  I could not leave without giving it one more go.  I pulled into a loading zone, illuminated the flashers, and lept from the car in the direction of Anthology, a recently opened shop featuring handmade goods on State Street just off the capitol square.  Not set to open for another two hours, I grappled with the thought of waiting, leaving a note, or returning later.  After 10 minutes of vacillation in front of the dark storefont, I came to the conclusion that the best thing to do would be to leave my flyers at the door.  Unfortunately, there was no dropbox to leave them safely, which rather than thwarting my efforts encouraged me to improvise.  I scribbled a quick note, “For Anthology.  Please pass along.”  It took another 10 minutes of finagling with the gap between the door and the ground to securely wedge the bundle into place.  I’m quite sure I damaged a few in the process.  Sweaty with cheeks noticeably flushed, I caught a glimpse of my image in the store’s window, focusing just enough to realize that a few bystanders had probably been watching the entire time.  I bet they were amused at the sight of a seemingly put together young woman in a floral sundress troubleshooting a problem akin to fitting a square peg in a round hole.  What I was doing, one can guess, would never work.

The Short Interview has yet to be filled out, evidence that I need to get more crafty with my business proposition.  Let me recap what I see as my strengths and deficits as I look back on what transpired:

Strengths

  • Ability to enter into uncomfortable situations;
  • Perserverance in the face of noticeable setbacks;
  • Keeping to deadlines;
  • Willingness to look back at errors and improve;
  • PASSSION not guided solely for financial profit

Deficits

  • Not knowing enough about my customer;
  • Not knowing how to articulate my mission;
  • Not having a short pitch prepared;
  • Not Being sensitive to the situation (exhibitors were stressed setting up, perhaps fearing their own possible failures financially, artistically, etc.)

When I set out to get crafters, artisans and artists to answer questions that dealt largely about themselves, I did not think that I would be embarking on an uphill battle.  Who wouldn’t want the forum to speak candidly about his or her work and its merit in today’s world?!  What I recognize now is that many of us require advocates to help promote us and encourage us to promote ourselves.  It is apparent that in order to convince my audience of the benefits of my mission, I must have convinced myself first.  You cannot sell, unless you can sell it to yourself.  Business 101.

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From my vantage point, a dizzying gauntlet of art patrons and artists made me suddenly aware of how public my humiliation could be.

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A view of the capitol from the square.

Showtime for The Clueless Crafter

I awoke this morning to two cups of burnt hotel coffee and the distinct sense that I had signed myself up for a very public execution. Not a second have I had to mentally rehearse how I will approach people I have never met about a website and topic that I, as of this morning, believe I have very little expertise in.  The pervading state of cluelessness that governs my mood is darkening my spirit, twisting my usual smile into a hyper extended turn southward.  I am in a funk.

I need to gripe a bit, hoping that I can shake off the devil of doubt that menaces my mind. I have been itinerant since June 26th attending three weddings in three weekends in three different states and in two geographical regions of the US, having neither a computer to work on or a private place that I can regroup.  I have caught a cold, reacted to something I ate, and am presently suffering from some ungodly sinus pressure.  During these weeks, I have slept on a futon; a twin bed attached to a suite shared by three other women; a friend’s couch; and, as of this past evening, a soggy mattress in a hotel room with an air conditioner that will only blow icy air — a sad fact for a person that needs to have a fan on in order to sleep, yet despises the cold.  I have lived on other people’s eating, sleeping, partying and relaxation schedules and I am fed up. More significantly, though, I have lost the sense of self that had convinced me of late that I had the power and right to explore the subject of craft, an area that I find intriguing, if only because I do not understand it.

Although tonight is the last wedding I will attend before heading back to NYC, I regret to declare that this good news probably won’t help me do what I need to do one short hour from now.  I am a busted brand holding a pile of flyers that days ago resembled burgundy gems, proverbial golden tickets.  And yet now they appear more like pieces of scrap paper found at the bottom of a waste basket, under steaming coffee grounds and to the left of the chicken bones.

Mini Magazine Holder, Big Problems

In March, nearly three months after I had begun my internship for the much-lauded daytime show hosted by the guru of all  things domestic, I decided that it was time to face into my fears and begin to make things with my own hands.  I was working in the  show’s Art Department as a stylist and crafter (although, I mostly kept to the style side, by my own design), so it was time to gird the loins and get crafting.  I would baby step into it I concluded, only selecting projects that had few processes and required even fewer materials.  The simplest craft I could find was to construct a mini magazine holder, using mat board and a utility knife.  I had several digest-sized cooking mags hanging around, so this exercise had a real utilitarian value to it.  I could wrap my mind around that.

Let me first begin by saying that I naively believed that this project would be a breeze.  I knew what mat board was (what a plus; I hardly know what any materials and tools associated with crafting are) and I had a utility knife from hubby’s tool set.  Phew!  After I picked up a rather costly scrap of mat board from the framing center of a craft store in Long Island, I found that I had a big issue on my  hand.  The online template, a rather brilliant design by the Art Dept.’s director, intended to make the construction of the holder a no-brainer, was impossible to format for printing!  The directions said to “print at 200 percent” and tape the multiple pieces of letter paper together.  What the directions didn’t say is that you need to be a genius to figure out how to get the template to blow up seamlessly, that all the pieces match each other without losing any information.  Initially, I immediately dove to the conclusion that I was not cut out for this crafting stuff, and that some stay-at-home mom (agreed, loaded topic) in Frumpton Township, PA was at this moment effortlessly printing this out. Suddenly, all I could hear was that woman’s fancy, new Canon buzzing with activity, the look of satisfaction glued to her face, while my printer groaned, then flat lined.  Totally deflated.

I unwillingly admitted this defeat to my computer engineer husband in hopes that he’d pick up where I left off — at the beginning.  Thankfully enough, the next evening I heard him hard at work on the mysterious case of the non-printable, “printable” template.  Four hours, 16 wasted sheets of paper, and an empty ink cartridge later, I finally had a template to work with!  So you see, it wasn’t as easy as the directions had claimed!  I was not inept!!  This small victory, however, did not overshadow the looming reality that crafting seems to be a lot about trial and error, a very significant burden to those of us who are time and cash strapped.

Why in June, several months after my inital foray into the craft world, am I rehashing this event?  I think it was the moment when I, a not-too-crafty person, first tapped into the complexity and depth of the subject of craft and craft making.  Honestly, I just couldn’t fathom how this well-regarded company with dozens of talented craft experts in its employ would, with such extreme confidence, advertise at-home crafting as simple, cost-effective, and useful in our everyday lives!  Okay okayyyy, perhaps it behooves them to portray crafting as accessible to boost revenue of the company’s extensive product line of craft supplies at two of America’s big box retailers.  But still, I challenge that notion.

Surely, I must not be the only one who secretly longs to become a convert to craft, but doubts its real-world merit and her own capabilities? Sleuthing the net, I could find no support group for the clueless crafters, only clubs dedicated to the already devout.

Here’s my “club” to the those of us who want to learn how to craft with conviction, and how to put it to work within the context of our personal journeys.

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Hours in, formatting becomes a nightmare

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A rather smart-looking mag holder even with its mismatched edges.  I like the burgundy mat board, which I opted for instead of the white the basic white that was shown.  The white piping motif was a great accident; I never thought  that bending mat board would expose its white interior.

Magazine Holder How-To

  1. Download the template from our website and print at 200 percent. Print on multiple pieces of letter paper and tape together, if necessary.
  2. Temporarily secure template to mat board, using double-sided tape.
  3. Using a mat knife, cut through the solid lines of the template.
  4. Score on dotted lines with the mat knife by gently and carefully cutting halfway through board. (Tip: You may want to practice scoring on a piece of scrap mat board first.)
  5. Fold board at score lines, and form into the box shape. Glue the long, thin tab to the inside of the box with craft glue, squaring the box. Hold in place with a binder clip until dry.
  6. Fold all but the largest flap in to form the bottom. Spread craft glue on the bottom of the folded flaps, and fold the largest flap in to meet them, squaring the box as you do so. Place magazines or other weight inside the holder to keep in place until dry.

American Idle

As I was flipping through the channels the other day fretting over just howww! I was going to make a career of craft, the Divinity of TV threw me a bone.  I had come upon a 2003 re-run of The King of Queens called “American Idle,” (Season 6) an episode in which Carrie loses her job but resolves to use the time to “find herself.” Amongst the multitude of failed ways she comes to terms with her predicament — including checking a drawer of pens one-by-one for remaining ink –, Carrie sees her greatest hope in crafting.  It had been her dream to tap into her creative side all along, but work had always gotten in the way.  Now, she had all the time in the world, and she could barely summon the strength to get started.

The show comes to a climax when Doug, Carrie’s husband, confronts his sulking, idle wife.  Still wearing the fuzzy, baby blue robe that she had been for days, Carrie promises her husband that she will get to work on something useful.  After several trips to the craft store, Carrie with the help of her elderly father and his friend, develops “mobile homes,” kitschy protective cases designed for her friends’ cell phones.  What comes out of her fury of activity is a public flop that forces her to re-examine herself in light of her current situation.  The show raises many pertinent questions that women of today, many who have lost or cannot sercure work, can fully understand.  For those women who do craft from their homes, this episode seems to trivialize the merit of crafting.  Isn’t it just something that women do to busy themselves between washing and folding the laundry?  Could crafting ever be a serious career?  In the end why, despite the fact that Carrie’s crafts are not a hit, do the writers for the show not allow her even the semblance of inner pride for what she has done?  Did she not learn something about herself from the process of crafting?  Or, will she only be allowed to “find herself” when a monetary value enters the picture, conferring a direct value upon the work she does?  Is this a good or bad message for women, for crafters?

If I have ever had any doubts about launching myself into craft, they have been exponentially reaffirmed.

Behind the Name

Technique:  Embossing

What better way to get The Clueless Crafter started than by making business cards?  I’ve been feeling a bit sheepish as of late when I mention that I’ve got The Clueless Crafter up and running, but can furnish no proof. Well, today was the day to validate this venture, make it truly official.  I must say that apprehension is the word that governs my mood today.  Not only because I really find the thought of crafting to be worse than having my teeth pulled, but because starting this blog gig is just plain terrifying.  Eh, I sucked it up for the benefit of all.  Here is what transpired.

Today’s crafting session, to be shamefully honest, began two months ago when I first visited Lee’s Art supply in NYC.  At that point I had decided that making embossed stationery was where it was at.  First of all, snail mail is the most effective, expedient mode of communication, is it not??  Having a charming set of handmade stationery, if never to be used, seemed a valid enough reason then to get started.  When I waltzed into Lee’s on that rainy day, I charged directly to the “embossing” section ready for some heavy-duty, at-home crafting.  To hell!  I soon realized I was seriously out of my element. Acrylic stamp mount? ummm.  With a grid on it, even better?  hmmm.  Can the embossing fluid refill for one brand be used on the stamp pad of another (I’m trying to cut cost here)?  If so, why does it say for “x” brand only?  Do they do that to trick the consumer or will it NOT work??  Come on, I need to know!!  This is going to cost a fortune, I thought.  Crafting takes a lot of tools, like a heat gun.  Yes, I’d need that to actually make my embossed image. Being clever, my mind flew to all the heat sources I already own. The iron?  Fancy toaster oven from my wedding registry?  Of course, my own darn hair dryer will do the trick if it simply stopped blowing air.  The heat gun I found cost $28.95, which for a newcomer to the crafting scene seemed a bit indulgent.  And how could I justify dropping that cash when I don’t have any income?  I shrugged my shoulders at the gun, hoping that I could patch together an appropriate heat source back home.  I left Lee’s with a disturbingly small bag of embossing tools for an equally disturbing cost.

My first attempt at embossing looked like the making of an ill-advised, impatient, and slightly cheap crafter.  Until today, I had ditched the whole embossing catastrophe, yet as the weeks have elapsed it has lingered as somewhat of a personal failure.  Thanks to a freebie I picked up from my internship, I now had a whole set of lettered stamps for embossing at my disposal.  This time around I could try this technique using legitimate tools, and at the handsome price of free.

I begrudgingly began the tedious process of cutting countless 8 x 5.5 cm cardstock rectangles for the business cards, making sure that the stamp that I had painstakingly set up letter-by-letter with my name on it would fit onto the cards.  All I kept thinking was how much paper, glue, embossing powder, and time I would waste in order to get ONE card made!  Actually, I quite doubted that I would even get one professional looking business card from this exercise, which at the time of this post is the fact.  Indeed, my second attempt seems to support that I could not hold down a job as a certified embosser.  Seems bleak, I know, but something rather humorous happened today, and I can’t wipe the smile off my face!  Why, you may ask?  People, you are looking at “Lybia Darry,” Clueless Crafter extraordinaire.  Yup, apparently working backwards on an acrylic stamp mount (shhh, I’m using an acrylic magnet that is not transparent, but god knows how expensive anything that has oil in it is!) is not my strength.  The only thing that my name suggests is that you can trust me to a) know one of the countries in Africa; b) be knowledgeable in all things dairy; or c) that my name both rhymes with a sexually transmitted disease and sounds a lot like a female body part.  What’s in a name?

I’ll be back. This time wielding a (heat) gun… I hope.

Lee’s Art Shop is across the street from the famous Art Students League.

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The first attempt at embossing a greeting card, using a metal stencil, embossing glue refill bottle and an iron as my heat source. Would you like to receive this card in your mailbox?

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My first handcrafted business card.  Screams sophistication and competence.

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