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Don’t Be Tardy for the Party

Alrighty, are we officially tired of all this Basel ballyhoo? Good.

Moving on from that yawner, I’d like to share some fantastic news with you! It has come to my attention that I have created a new profession for myself, perhaps even a new profession for personkind.  It wouldn’t be a stretch, self promotion or propaganda of any sort to posit that this new field could cure joblessness – forever.

I am a watcher of famous people (see, I'm just like that camera!).  All. Eyes. On. Them.

I am a watcher of famous people (see, I'm just like that camera!). All. Eyes. On. Them.

I’m adding the soon-to-be-respected title Professional Audience Member to my resume.  At 8 am tomorrow, I will plop my toosh in Wendy Williams’ pink candy fluff TV studio, at the ready to holler for my honey.  As she personally requested in the official mass email correspondence, I am not planning on being tardy for this party.  This is probably one of the best professional assignments I’ve gotten to date.  I can say that with confidence on the eve of my sixth TV appearance,  some of those ranked America’s finest daytime TV sets.

To all of you who have considered this your career, I’d like to share a few caveats.  This  is not for the weak.

1.  Consider your physical fitness before diving in.  Standing is required.  There are long lines to get in, longer lines for the restroom and an even longer line to get out.  Security is no joke; if you plan on stealing a memento of your visit, say a chair or an autographed photo be prepared to visit the slammer.

2.   Secondly, they don’t heat the studio, so layer up.  It has something to do with the lights generating a lot of heat, but I don’t buy it.  Anyways, it is what it is so bring a snowsuit if that will keep you warm.

3.  Finally, hunger can set in unexpectedly.  A perk of the profession is that they often provide free coffee and packaged double chocolate Sara Lee muffins before, but once the show starts be prepared to starve.  I suggest keeping a flask of water at the ready and/or an energy bar velcroed around your waist, under your shirt of course.  Sometimes I wear an adult diaper in case of an emergency bathroom need.  We all know what coffee and a cold room will do for the bladder.

I would love to illuminate the finer points further, but being a Professional Audience Member requires a well-hydrated, super rested body.  I will not be the Clueless Clapper, the last one to clap when queued by the audience warm up guy!  That’s room for automatic dismissal and totally embarrassing.

Here’s the list of all my famous debuts.  Hope you’re not jealous, but you probably are.

* The Wendy Williams Show

* Good Morning America

* The Maury Povich Show (I came home with a bad case of carpel tunnel attributed to overclapping.  Just another day on the job)

* The Rachael Ray Show

* Bravo’s Top Artist (yet to air)

* The Martha Stewart Show

Adieu, my fans!

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.

Armed and Aproned

Terrified I would be imprisoned by a virulent strain of the Betty Draper Disease, I for months shied away from this project.  Apron equaled apathy.  Apron equaled anxiety.  Apron equaled Anger.  Apron equaled adultery.

The only Betty I wanted to be is Betty Friedan, but with the blonde bombshell body of TV Betty, of course.

Necessity got in the way.  I love to cook, to play with culinary concepts of balance, precision, and chance.  This evening,  I’ll be working on the braising technique for  a homemade veal Osso Buco.  All this fun can get messy, though, and a mess always leads to cleaning.

Apron

I needed an apron to be effective.  I needed an apron to do battle in the kitchen without reservations.  I wanted to be armed.

By reshaping the significance of the apron, I no longer feared it.  In  my world, the apron would be armor.  A rather colorful form of protection, yet a worthy and kitchen-capable one nonetheless.  Most noteworthy element of its design? It’s my hand craft.

Etsy Labs’ Church of Craft (first Sunday of  the month) provided the sewing machine and  fabric remnants.  In line with efforts to green the globe, the apron has also come to symbolize a dedication to my belief system.  I’m a recycler! Not a drippy Draper!

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The closeup doesn’t show it, but I’ll fess up.  The stitching is slapdash at best, zig-zaggy drunk at worst.  I used directions to get the basic format and dimensions of a typical apron, but from there I flew wildlike into the unknown. Improvising is a great quality, but patience and an ability to decipher directions would be a plus.

Seizing the moment, without judgment, is an intoxicating high.  Armed with my apron and a the scent of an apple pie bubbly baking, I’ve crafted a high that never ceases to pleasure.  If only Betty Draper were armed with this aroma.

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?

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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Simon Baker Sews Respect on Rachael Ray

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An unbeatable benefit of living in New York City is the variety of unique opportunities at our disposal on any given day. One of them was scoring tickets to the Rachael Ray Show.  Admittedly, I have never identified with her TV persona, finding the cloying cookery lingo excessive. EVOO FOREVER!

She is a different woman in person – much sharper, all business, and very real.  When Simon Baker came to the show, Rachael drew a wealth of information from this hunky, yet surprisingly introverted star.  She also turned the actor of The Mentalist into a sentimentalist.

When Rachael brought the discussion to Patrick Jane’s trademark vest – a wardrobe selection he believed best suited the character – Baker’s tone abruptly changed from shy to unreserved and emotional.  Sitting up straight and looking the audience dead in the eye, Baker explained the genesis of his appreciation for sartorial sentimentalism.  He recounted with warm reverence how, as a boy, his mother sewed all his clothing, including a pair of swim trunks that performed like Quiksilver’s, yet were made with a love that can only only come from the labor of a mother’s hand.

Baker’s unexpected foray into the domestic scene of his childhood was an intimacy that encouraged tears.  But, beneath the tender moment, I felt a sickening panic rise within.

My future self wants my kiddies to remember the handmade hugs that protected them during their stormiest and sunniest of days.  My present self is at odds with the sewing machine. Even when I do get the beast to hum along, will I have opened Pandora’s sewing box?

By the way, can anyone identify me in the audience snapshot above? Here’s a hint.

Sew Not Happening

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Let’s get back to what I don’t know.  It is true, in addition to celebrating linens and place settings (ah, and a marriage milestone, of course), I have been feverishly chipping away at my craft inhibitions.  It seems I can choose a stunning tablecloth, but can I make one?

Um, no.  Not yet at least.  But I sure as hell can destroy quality fabric and choke up a Signer (or Janome) sewing machine in a flash.

Etsy Labs once again hosted Craft Night at its new post in DUMBO, Brooklyn.  The topic:  handmade drawstring bags, an eco-friendly alternative to the plastic bag epidemic.  I’m a firm believer that plastic bags are the devil, so I was pleased to plop my butt in front of a sewing machine to double-handedly save our plasticizing planet.

Turns out that the sewing machine is the devil encased in an angelic white shell, hungry and seething for overzealous do-gooders that look a lot like me. Press that pedal and have a go at taming the chomping acceleration Bummm, bumm, bum, BUM! of the beast yourself.  As for me, fewer than 10 seconds against the Janome and my gingham was mulched and wedged in its fangs.  Then it went to sleep OR, gulp, I broke it!  Here’s the tale of my little tragedy.

Remind you of the first time you put your hand to something unfamiliar?

A Sewing Sojourn – Minute by Minute Account

5:10 PM

Shortly after arriving at Etsy Labs, I successfully suffocate one sewing machine.

5:11 PM

Turn attention to learning handout on how-tos of sewing a bag.  Realize diagrams are a tad boring.  Where’s the color?!  I need some real visuals. Ehhhhhhh!

5:15 PM

Measure fabric with nearby ruler to pass time and to appear officially craft smart.

5:18 PM

Redirect energy to resuscitating lifeless machine.  Gulp in deep breaths of courage and calm, not allowing embarrassment or fear to trip up confidence.

5:25 PM

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Photo from Etsy’s Flickr page. Not surprising to see that in many of the pictures, you can find me in the background (limey cardigan, short brown hair) receiving friendly tutorials by fellow crafters.

Issue still at hand: There’s this errant brown thread attached to a spool on top of machine.  I know it needs to go through eye of needle, but where it goes from beginning to end is a complete mystery. Julie!!!!!  (Julie, an Etsy employee and craft queen,  seems to wear many hats.  I’ve had several run ins with her at craft events around New York.  She responds to the multitude of emails I send to Etsy as well.  Wouldn’t be surprised if the emails are mind numbing, especially the latest edition on whether Etsy has felting needles available.)

Julie can’t help.  She’s running Etsy’s Virtual Labs for the at-home crafters.  Consult the manual?  We all know how well I do with instructions.

5:40 PM

There are so many places the little thread could go.  Another deep breath leads to rational thinking.  If I built this machine, how would I put it together?A simple question, yet it lifted the shroud of frustration and doubt looming overhead.  I was free to let my mind play without restriction or self judgment.  The puzzle pieces started to come together, the thread began to slowly wind its way across, down, up, and down again.  Finally.

6:10 PM

I hold in my hand a flimsy, crooked-stitched brown gingham sac that, although defective, I exhibit with pride.  Handmade with my own brand of persistence, I believe my creation is ready to sell on Etsy.  Ok, that was before I took a second look.

Any tips on how you crafted your way through a difficult, uncomfortable situation?

Writing What-Not-To: Crafting Your Blog’s Personality

This weekend I abandoned our boiling city to plunk my butt on a weather beaten Adirondack chair in upstate New York’s great North Country.  Lake Placid, a 6-hour Amtrak ride from Penn Station, is a magical place just two hours south of Montreal, and a must-see for all of us living in the East.  It’s so magical, in fact, that cell phones do not work in many areas and people are so busy canoeing and hiking that they seem to forget about the life they could be living online. Shocking.

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I spent 4 entire days without internet, reading, thinking, drinking, and dining my way through the blissful relaxation that is nature (or so a city slicker thinks). The extra time for contemplation, however, brought about a strikingly sour thought I am compelled to share with you.  The thought:  I blog like a sophist, a narcissist, a windbag. Well, this thought wasn’t conceived purely on its own, helped greatly by a voicemail left by a loving, yet very harsh critic of my work. Whyyyy did the Verizon gods pass this message down to me, oh why?

It turns out my critic never read a word; however, I was inspired to take these sour thoughts and make some lemonade.  When you have a minute — or days — to contemplate, ask yourself if you fall into any or all of these personality traits.

Clueless Crafter personalities to Avoid

The Sophist:  A blogger who makes confusing or illogical arguments, sometimes to deceive.

When posting or commenting avoid using language that asserts yourself as an expert if you genuinely are not.  It is key that we work together to spread truthful information in lieu of our personal need to be #1.  Be honest about your knowledge and your experience.

This does not mean that we cannot speak authoritatively about being clueless!

The Narcissist:  A vain, conceited, self-oriented blogger.

Have you been placing yourself in your readers’ position?  Know what their needs and desires are?  Readers can tell when you think only of yourself and when all you care about is your reflection.  Step outside that by using language that invites their participation.  Honor the value of their knowledge, assuming that they know more than you.

The Windbag: A talktative, arrogant blogger who conveys nothing of substance or interest.

Don’t blow your readers away with verbal diarrhea.  They’ll just think your windbag-ness is a huge cover up for what is sure to be a shallow blog. Use the simplest word that comes to mind, always.  Don’t be an ignoramus.

I invite you to think hard about what personality you fall under.  While these categories share common principles, the subtleties make all the difference. How exactly do you miss your target reader? Give your personality a good edit, I guarantee you will craft a reader into an eager follower.

P.S. And, because I’m a very visual person, I could not resist putting these images in.

P.S.S And, oh oh oh, go ahead and give my old posts a look.  See what traps I walk right into. Ouch.

For more tips on writing your blog visit these reputable sites

  • Chris Brogan, new media marketing guru shares a how-to for effective blog post structure
  • Psychotactics, Sean D’Souza knows the psychology of good marketing
  • Problogger, an indispensible all-things-blog guide by Darren Rowse

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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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Etsy Etiquette

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Above, a snapshot into every Etsy activity and interest.

Yesterday I joined Etsy, an online community comprising of 100,000 “storefronts” where one can buy and sell all things handmade.  The site is bustling with informative discussion, creative energy, inspiring comraderie, and of course, a large selection of handcrafted items for sale (that’s interesting that the site uses “handmade” rather than “handcrafted.” Is this another case avoiding the use of the troublesome word “craft”?).  My initial intention was to plug the Short Interview section of my site, hoping to get the word out and see if there was any interest.  Under Etsy’s Forum tab I found an area where people can post Promotions, which I thought may be the best place to make the announcement. And so I did.  According to Google Analytics, though, one lone visitor clicked on the link, spending less time than a blink of an eye to read the form.  A 100% bounce rate (a term referring to the efficacy or lack thereof of a webpage’s ability to communicate) is the type of quantitative data you do not want anyone to know about.  Admittedly, I did sense a rather short-lived tingle of excitement that a human — even if only one — actually landed on something of my creation!

Below, the gateway into the Etsy community.

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This morning, perhaps in an act of desperate curiosity, I revisited Etsy’s forums, this time sleuthing out another virtual venue to share my agenda.  The Business Topics forum looked ripe for a throw-up (a term in graffiti art in which aesthetics are often sacrificed for speed, producing a large number of tags in order to compete with rival artists) from thecluelesscrafter.  My renegade spirit incited some serious testy Etsy ire.  Withink minutes, I had ruffled the feathers of a couple of early morning message board participants.  Quickly I learned that there are rules to participating in this community, which I had sweepingly disobeyed when I did not do my due diligence to become versed on Etsy etiquette.  It was right to admonish my behavior, which in hindsight now appears 100% non professional and worth the tongue lashing.  Before retreating into my own shame, however, I did my best to mend the fences, aiming to rehabilitate my wounded ego and possibly tarnished image.  I will not make this mistake again.

Below, the transcript of an ill-conceived plan to communicate effectively with an audience.

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Thankfully I had a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, a welcome opportunity to escape the computer, the locus of my very public embarrassment.  No, it was not a head doctor!  Anyways, in the waiting room I came across an article that put much of the day’s trauma into perspective.  The February 2009 issue of New York Family (hope that doesn’t give it away!) profiled a husband-and-wife team who founded Babble.com, a site and magazine dedicated to a new generation of parents.  In the course of the interview, I was able to see what mindset, what actions led them to the success in their professional venture.  What stands out most is that Rufus Criscom and Alisa Volkman are parents.  They know the ups and downs of parenthood, the isolation and frustration that stems from the experience of learning how to parent in today’s world.  However, they did and do not have the answers.  Whether they agree with the logic of what I am about to suggest, I do not know.  What I learned about my personal and professional quest by reading the article, though, is that my journey follows a similar path, fitting the same equation.  If they are immersed in the experience and lessons that come from parenting, I am equally immeresed in the experience and lessons that result from being a non-crafter.  I am aspirational, open to the process of growing!

As is my site and its mission, I too am a work in constant progress.  I am exploring the development of myself, my (hopefully your) understanding of craft, and this site within a context that on frequent occasion does not freely extend mercy.  It is not easy!  As the founders of Babble recognized, and which is something I am struggling to fulfill, is that establishing a voice is of primary import to thecluelesscrafter.com’s success.  keep with me, please…