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What-if Holidays

With Thanksgiving 2009 in the bag and my feeling a bit more like one, I have had a precious moment to reflect.

The fete commenced Wednesday night with the requisite - if you’re a New Yorker, a bit whimsical, and have a brood of kiddies –  visit to the Macy’s Parade balloon blow-up headquarters on the perimeter of the American Museum of Natural History.  What a blow out!  Indebted to a playful Blogher contributor and friend Suzanne Reisman who hosted a party for the event, the hubby and I experienced our first rain-soaked, festive gathering of thankful Manhattanites who, like me, worship Papa Smurf.

Papa Smurf and lots of rain

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Arriving home late, we shifted into pack-for-the-6am flight-to-the-in-laws-in-Chicago mode.  In an out of character move, I gave no advanced thought about what to wear for Thanksgiving.  Game plan: go with the gut.  After all, that’s what a good part of the holiday centers on.  Amongst an abundance of dresses, tops, shoes, tights and accessories, I stuffed the luggage full of whatever seemed right.  With the last zip of the London Fog travel gear, we were off.

As dawn broke outside the window of seat 24B, it, well, dawned on me that something unusual had happened.  I turned to hubby, poked his shoulder, and shouted with a fusion of awe and glee that I think I had dressed like a turkey.  Huh, he says?!

What-if holidays we dressed the part?

Thankfully it was not a literal interpretation, rather a mere channeling of the Thanksgiving spirit, but it was a significant “coincidence” that warrants an extra forkful of sharing.

* The layered ruffles of the J.Crew dress with iridescent purple and chartreuse hues look a tad like the plumes of feathers on the turkey’s bodice, right?

* The striped turtleneck could be mistaken for the wings or tough dark skin on its legs, no doubt?

* The patent leather brown oxford shoes with the talon heel, could they not be the bird’s feet?

* And, c’mon, the rose scarf hanging loosely around the neck?  Is that not the turkey’s wattle?

When the ensemble that emerged from my suitcase was fully arranged, I and my wattle had a glorious gut-busting laugh.

On this What-if Holiday, I continue to be thankful for the freedom to express and the abundant ways that one can go about it.

My muse

My muse

A turkey impression that I can't believe I am posting

A turkey impression that I can't believe I am posting

Displaying my turkey flair

Displaying my turkey flair

It reminds me of a recent visit with mom to see the exhibit “Rare Bird of Fashion:  The Irreverent Iris Apfel” at the Peabody Essex Museum.  Iris is a rare bird, summoning the spirit of her interior life and making it visible to the world.  Her audacious expressions rejuvenated my spirit, leaving me with that extra boost of chutzpah to go out into the world with all my feathers splayed.

Click on the links above for an amazing application that allows you to curate Ms. Apfel’s wardrobe for yourself! A perfect opportunity to play What-if I . . .?

Zippy, Pithy Elsa Maxwell Quotes for Thanksgiving

Enjoy the abundance of the season with an earful (and if things get messy, an arsenal) of Elsa Maxwell’s musings on the Art of Lively Entertaining.

Wishing you a supreme gustatory gathering!

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Serve the dinner backward, do anything – but for goodness sake, do something weird.

Someone said that life is a party. You join in after it’s started and leave before it’s finished.

Under pressure, people admit to murder, setting fire to the village church or robbing a bank, but never to being bores.

Bores put you in a mental cemetery while you are still walking.

A bore is a vacuum cleaner of society, sucking up everything and giving nothing. Bores are always eager to be seen talking to you.

I make enemies deliberately. They are the sauce piquante to my dish of life.

Giving parties is a trivial avocation, but it pays the dues for my union card in humanity.

What-if Fridays

Patches of mushrooms lurk, awaiting immanent discovery

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What if on a frigid November day I slid into my wellies and dashed out into the pelting rain to live out an ill-formed (no inkling whether to look high or low, amongst the leaves or inside a dead tree), yet passionately inspired fantasy of hunting down the coveted Oyster or Honey mushroom?  Well, What-if Fridays are for just that.

A firece 'shroom huntress braving the elements in Central Park

A fierce mushroom huntress braving the elements in Central Park

Tools of the Trade: a shallow basket for collecting; egg carton for sorting; writing tools for recording; and a Baush & Lomb loop for identifying details

Tools of the Trade: a shallow basket for collecting; egg carton for sorting; writing implements for recording; and a Baush & Lomb loupe for identifying. . .

Wish I had stuffed my basket full of these magical mushrooms.  They can heal every ailment or something.  If I had known that, I would have set up shop next to the hot dog vendor on West 100th St. and showed him what real New Yorkers are hungry for.

Wish I had stuffed my basket full of these magical Reishi mushrooms. They can heal every ailment under the sun, including cluelessness, weirdness, and awkwardness.

It is no secret that I thrive off moments (and imagined visions) of the absurd, the awkward, the downright annoying.  I hunt for scenarios where my displays of artless bumbling and/or floundering incompetence will either throw me into senseless chuckling or, god willing, the tightly-strung individual trapped within earshot.  Sweet release!  What-if Fridays are days when laughing so hard never seemed so right.

And so. . .

I shamelessly request discounts my plain face to her plastic face at Bergdorf Goodman and watch the lady shoppers smirk; I ask a billion questions to the butcher about how he got the lamb, how he cut the shank, what did it eat, why did it eat it, oh god this goes on;  moving on, I ask the bus driver which streets of Manhattan he likes to drive, which neighborhoods are historic, haunted. And oh, by the way,  have any juicy transit gossip to share??

While I try to live my life as if everyday where a What-if Friday, always clueless and always curious, these Fridays are for all of us.

What if you could live your fantasy freely?  What if you suddenly recognized that time is painfully finite?  What if today were Friday?

Special thanks to Gary Lincoff, respected mycologist and author of The National Audubon Society Field Guide to North American Mushrooms for fielding my mushroom mania emails. You were right, Gary, the North Woods off Central Park West and 100th Street were lush with fungi!

Gary Lincoff, mycologist and mentor

Gary Lincoff, mycologist and mentor

The Homemade Halloween High

I’ve got that morning-after glow.

Last night was the stuff of fantasy.  A wild, rollicking evening filled with role play, boundless imagination, secrets, and games galore.  I, no we, have been anticipating this for weeks, each quietly unfurling the salacious details in our heads with mounting excitement!

Beh, mind out of the gutter.  I’m talking about Halloween. Though, this was truly a Halloween of firsts for us both.

  • Our costumes were entirely homemade.  With pleasure we doffed consumerism, and dawned the handcrafted.
  • We collaborated, musing and executing a unified vision. Pure feel-good teamwork.

Seizing the Halloween spirit, the one that demands play, fluid thinking, and infinite dreaming, we unveiled ourselves as …drumroll…

The Costume

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Pilot Dick Sully and World Class Attendant C. Harlotte Hudson.

Yes, we took the pilot of legend and, well, sullied his good name.  C’mon it begged for it!

The Process

The planning took us all over.  Ebay sleuthing turned up a real USAir pin and a bag of plastic wings. Don’t you remember the excitement of getting those as a kiddie?  So sad the airlines in a cost-saving measure gave this up, along with you know water and food.  The hubby found a vintage pilot’s hat, which received a lot of attention at last night’s party.  You could feel how well made it was and what dignity it must have brought to the man wearing it.  What an inadvertent, yet delightful way to channel the spirit of those before.

Round two brought us to the recently opened, first-ever Michael’s craft store in Manhattan. If you didn’t know that crafting has gained popularity, you should have seen the snaking lines and packed aisles when we went!  We collected a few yards of tinsely gold ribbon to embellish the pilot hat and suit cuffs.

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Finally, I hauled my tush to Etsy Labs Open Craft Night (last Monday of every month) in Brooklyn to make medals honoring the sexploits – Mastered the Hudson, Mile High Marshall, Cum Fly the Friendly Skies -  of my highly decorated captain.  I had so much fun playing around with a button making contraption (proper name?) to simulate round medallions.  I also revisited the Janome sewing beast.  This Halloween I tamed it!  Granted, I was only sewing 5 stitches at the bottom of fabric that were ultimately going to be covered by the button medals, but hey I’m going to just pat myself on the back.

The Outcome

The feel-good emotions that well up when you have seen something through from conception to completion is the high we’re riding on this morning.  That and a Snickers-Crunch bar overload.

You got a Halloween High?

HouseCraft: Illuminate Your World from the Inside Out

Monday October 26th, watch Alison Lewis light up the Martha Stewart Show!

Continuing The Clueless Crafter’s Interview Series on inspiring women and men who craft unique, personalized home environments, I am beaming to share Alison Lewis’s bright world with you.  Join us as we discuss her home and craft.  OH, and a big congratulations to her for recently securing a well-deserved spot on the Martha Stewart Show!

Have any creative ways of incorporating light into your home? Tell us!

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If you had a vision of what your ideal home would be prior to your LED days, what would it have looked like and what would have been in it?

It would have large windows and be industrial mixed with eclectic wood, plastic and bamboo walls and floors. I’ve always loved Philipe Starck designs, which are a mix of luxury, and whimsy and I figure that is what I would do as well. Since I was a little kid, I imagined I would see the New York or Paris Skyline in my view and live above a bakery so I could smell the warm bread every morning. My interior would be redesigned every few years, something like what you see in the movie Auntie Mame - who had a great impression on me when I was young.

How has your concept of home changed since you began embedding electronics into household objects?

It hasn’t changed too much at all. I still like the mixture of nature and man made. I also find texture and color extremely important design elements. I feel the only difference is that I’d like to have a main computer hub to house all my music and programs, with a complete back up system so it is easily accessible.  I also have high hopes for a robotic maid someday. “Rosey, make sure the laundry is done by 12.”

When you can’t wait to get home after a long day, what images or cozy thoughts pop into your mind?

Great question. I usually look forward to a walk outside to the nearest dog park or through a grove of trees in the park. I like the sound of dirt under my feet as I run along.

When I think of comfort and home, I like to curl up in my bed and drink some blended hot tea. My sheets are so comfortable and I like to snuggle into them. It’s hard to get up out of bed sometimes and start the day.

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In the recent New York Times article Home Crafts Get Wired, you mentioned that your work is geared towards “building tender moments and bringing people together.”  In your home life, how has this taken shape?  Can you describe any moments that underscored the importance of your craft?

Yes, well, my work has always been questioning why technology has to always be this “functional” device. So, after I designed the living room, my friends came over and we sat and looked at the movies that play with the tea set. The topics digressed and we found ourselves in good conversations about travel, friends and such. It was a good moment and we had a great time. You don’t have to have technology to facilitate these types of moments, but I find that video and photos and music really help.

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You seem very indebted to your late grandmother Alice Merryman, a lifelong crafter and ardent proponent of keeping history and tradition alive in craft.  Do yo infuse your work with the same values? How?

I am very different from my Grandmother, but I think her values of determination, teaching, and craftsmanship has rubbed off on me. She was a bit hard headed at times and I can be too. This determination is what it takes to follow your vision; you have to keep going even when the outside world isn’t supporting you. When I find myself caring too much what others think, I push it out of my head and say — “you know this, have faith in it and move forward.” Grandma taught me this.

This carries over into teaching. Grandmother always shared what she did with us and actually was a teacher in her younger days. It’s something that is just a part of my family – my mother and father both taught at points in their lives and they value helping others and sharing knowledge as well. I’ve taught at Parsons and enjoy sharing my knowledge through my website.

I am always looking for a very clean line and quality construction. It’s not everything, but I have a great appreciation for those who have high quality craftsmanship with modern simplicity. Grandma did too, she would always say her stuff isn’t that great and would point how my cousin’s work was so perfect — but what she didn’t realize is that it was her unique consistent brush stroke or hand stitching that impressed people. Her lack of an ideal perfection is what actually made her craftsmanship so interesting. So when it’s not perfect, I say well, let your style lead the way.

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As a woman who has handcrafted a very unique home, what would you say was the most empowering part of the planning and the process?

I get empowered when I realize I am making something I can share with others. Also, I was really motivated when my mother and my boyfriend’s mother came to help out with the space. I really enjoy having people over and working together towards a common goal; I prefer that to working alone usually.

In regards to the historical public perception of home crafting as a skill belonging to the women’s sphere, how do you think your craft does or does not challenge this view?

For the most part it is still a women’s sphere, though some of the best designers are men. This isn’t an issue with me, really. What bothers me is that home crafting isn’t seen as worthwhile as some other pursuits. Mind you, if you spend all day making doilies, you’ll have to understand that isn’t so exciting to the rest of the world. However, the skills we have are very applicable to a larger industry of textiles and innovation. I think people are catching onto this now and I feel my book and website are a good start at this. But, if people just look at the work as “tinkering” or “crafting” then they’ll not get over the stigma. There is nothing wrong with making for the home, just don’t expect a Nobel Prize for it. Not yet, anyways.

Finally, we all want to know this household rule:  When is it lights out for the evening?

Lights totally go out a little before 12:00 midnight.

People always ask me if I keep all my extra lighted things “on” all the time. The answer is “no.” The painting is usually dimly lit and that is about it. Most of the other pieces, like in the shelves, are only on for a romantic night or movie watching, the rest are on when I have friends over. It’s like having a beautiful grand piano; it’s always there, but you’re not always playing it. The majority of the time I just enjoy being in my living room as it is, with the light cascading through the windows.

Image credits Ryan Collerd and iheartswitch.com

Falling for Folly Cove Design

This morning I woke to a sharp chill in the air.  Fall has enveloped Manhattan; The trees along Riverside Drive are expressing the season in a bounty of warm shades. Tomorrow I’m taking a moment to head north for a short, but most-always sweet visit with mom and dad.  My room awaits me in their Spanish stucco “casa” on a craggy cliff overlooking Good Harbor Beach.  This is my Gloucester.

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Cape Ann is a quirky place.  Gloucester, located on the Cape is no different.  It’s an extremely patriotic place; the entire community honors those that have served.  From what I gather, Gloucester youth are frequently poached or are passionately driven into combat.  Many generations of this town have wrenching gaps in their family histories.  I think the fisherperson’s spirit, the desire to subordinate the impossible wave for a fresh catch, just may be synonymous with that of the soldier.

Artists have cast their nets here too.  Light, sea, air, wetlands, and rocky lands have attracted celebrated painters – European and American – to folk artisans and craftspeople for hundreds of years. Winslow Homer, Childe Hassam, Cecilia Beaux only begin the story.

Last spring we visited the WPA murals housed within many of Gloucester’s civic buildings.  The tour began at the Cape Ann Historical Museum, where I first came in contact with Virginia Lee Burton’s work.  Burton was the creative force behind the highly successful textile collective called Folly Cove Designers. Begun in the 1930s on Gloucester’s Folly Cove, the collective celebrated arts and crafts movements of the past by using traditional methods of art making that did not rely on machines.  Burton’s vibrant and colorful block prints can be universally appreciated, but at the same time speak volumes about the place where they originated.  ”Gossips” (above) vocalizes the quaint, yet peculiar qualities of this small New England enclave.  Her work, and many of the Folly Cove Designers, never threaten to bore.

I aspire to snatch a set of placemats or table cloth at auction some day soon.  To have the energy of a self made woman such as Burton permeating my home, offering daily inspiration to life’s journey would be a wonderful gift.  Until then, I will be making frequent visits to the museum.

I’m off to the shore to gather thoughts, investigate what it means to build oneself and one’s business.  Thank you for your comments, tips and many, many emails last week.

For further reading, check out Vogue’s May 2008 article here.

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Getting into the Fold: Refashioning T-shirts with Megan Nicolay

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Thursday evenings from 6-8 pm throughout the month of August the Museum of Art and Design (MAD) and Etsy host DIY evenings.  This week’s group crafting session was led by the bubbly, uber-resourceful Megan Nicolay, author of Generation-T: Beyond Fashion:  120 New Ways to Transform a T-shirt.  A virgin to group crafting — the last time I crafted in a group was during youth summer camp when I botched a lanyard keychain — I had only an inkling of what to expect. Would I be welcomed into the fold?

Assess the Scenario

It turns out that it was not so easy to assimilate.  When I arrived the 6th floor MAD studio was stuffed to the gills with serious crafters in the heat of creative output. With not a chair to be had, I stood at the doorway praying that someone would leave and allow me the dignity to blend into the crafting mass. Instead, I watched in stupefaction as one woman’s hands mutated into a loom, magically repurposing a tired t-shirt into a textile materpiece!  Umm, does converting a crewneck into a v-neck qualify as imaginative refashioning?  Apparently not.  True, I may have had the misfortune of scoring a seat next to a person who was unpleasant in all contexts, but when she heard me muse out loud about my crafting strategy she told me I really “should have a plan.” Insert eyball roll.

Lesson:  When not welcomed into the fold, create your own.

Address the Scenario

My platform, the method I would use to relate to my peers, clearly was not one based upon expertise.  I would get nowhere by pretending.  What I could do, and what I feel comfortable doing, is playing the part of the joker.  I’d just go ahead and exemplify my innate non-crafting skills by freely sharing them with those who cared to listen.  Through a series of proclamations and status announcements, I gathered a couple of crafters willing to share tips and their society with me.  Slowly, I was creating my own fold, one harmnious with the situation yet unique to me.

The coup just may have been the attention of our leader, Megan Nicolay.  When she caught sight of the t-shirt I was reinventing into an absurd rendition of a halter top, she shared a story with the group that brought us all together.  My tee was a giveaway from the Martha Stewart Show, which appropriately had on the backside precise instructions on how to fold a t-shirt.  Megan, remembering her visit to the TV show a few seasons ago, also received this exact shirt along with a one-on-one lesson on how to fold.  From the pictures, you can see that several of us were enamored with the technique, sharing a good laugh and several demonstrations with each other on how “properly” we were Martha folding.  Miraculously, I was now in good company!

When you find yourself on the outs, what do you do to get in?

IMG_0805 (Above) Megan instructing us on the acceptable folding technique.

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(Above) Using Megan’s book, I opted for the summer halter style.  Sensing a twinge of irony, I salvaged the “How to fold a T-shirt” from the backside and pinned it to the front.  It adds that je ne sais quoi to the overall design.

(Below) Modeling the halter with Megan.  The “biblace” or bib-necklace was my pass at fusing form with function.  Who doesn’t need a napkin handy when dining out?  What woman does want to add that pop to her style with the ease of a ready-to-wear necklace t-shirt?  This design does it all.

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A Tour of The Clueless Crafter’s Studio!

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A backstage pass into the CluelessCrafter’s studio.  March 2009.

Okay, I’m unsure if the image I’m looking at is is laughable or pitiful.  But it is what it is, so I’ll just share it with you.  As you may  have surmised, this is my crafting “studio”.  Indeed, I revamped(and cropped) this photo from color to black & white with the idea that this would lend a bit more gravitas, a quiet sophistication if you will, to a rather bleak picture.  I also did not want you to know that the cardboard storage box within the larger box is hot pink or that my office is nestled between the radiator and front “hall” table.  Now that I’ve outed myself, let me take you inside.

My work space, as I have mentioned, is located in my Manhattan apartment.  By New York City standards, I live in quite a commodious pre-war rental on a lovely tree-lined block.  In this respect, I feel lucky.  But like most New Yorkers, every inch of space is devoted to the basics of living.  When I decided to craft my way through life and career, I was utterly clueless as to the amount of space required to work easily and efficiently.  As it also happens, crafters need ample storage for tools and materials.

At the time of this photo, I had little to craft with.  This is the list in its totality:

  • Three vials of Christmas-themed tinsel glitter and glue
  • 100 squares of pastel cardstock
  • Swatches of fabric from my wedding planning days
  • Twine gift packaging tags
  • Embossing liquid refill, but not the stamp pad nor stamp mount nor stamps, all of which I did not own for that matter
  • Scottish thistle stencil (which I incorrectly used on my first attempt at embossing.  Don’t ask why
  • Self-healing cutting surface and box cutter
  • A huge sheet of burgundy mat board, which I don’t keep in my studio.  That’s hiding behind my vacuum in the closet along with the cutting mat
  • A sundry of other forgettable items like rechargeable batteries for my Canon A470 digital camera

There was so little material to work with that I was ready to throw my hands up in defeat.  My fortune did change, however, in late-April when the show hosted its annual “End-of-the-Season Giveaway” extravaganza, an event that allows staff to collect leftover items featured on various segments from crafting to cooking to home keeping to beauty and health.  I snatched up a hydrangea-shaped hole puncher and a few books of woodland-themed craft paper –  just enough craft products to reinvigorate my spirit –, allowing me to forge ahead as The Clueless Crafter.

Since March, I have purchased two pairs of scalloped scissors and an embossing pad from Wal-Mart.  I am now eyeing materials for candle making.  Like many of you, I have a slew of mismatched tea cups that I hear are best repurposed into scented candles.  This project will certainly stuff my box full of new craft-specific products!

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And for the sake of comparison, this (above) was the craft studio that I had the fortune of seeing daily on the job.  As you can tell, there are aisles and bins of anything and everything you could desire to have!  I didn’t — and really still do not — know what the half of those products can do.  Shhhh!  I guess there are a lot of companies manufacturing souped up supplies for heavy-duty professional and amateur crafters alike.

In any event, I plan on inviting you back to the studio at a later date for another snapshot into my clueless-crafting world.