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Nighttime Knitting Leads to Pillow Talk

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Photo credit Krafti-Kit.

Of late you may have drawn the conclusion that I’ve canned crafting in favor of art acquisition.  Au contraire, my friends, I was merely pulling wool over your eyes.  The only thing that was drawn was the bed curtain, the very spot where each night I’ve shacked up with a pair of needles and giant balls of yarn.  I feel sheepish for withholding, but a woman needs her privacy to practice.

The last week was abundantly full of craftercises. The earlier part was saddled by knit wittery as I struggled ardently and sweat profusely to harness the cast on and knit stitch.  I kept a hardy laugh on, though, which kept spirits soaring.  By mid-week I was rolling rhythmically with my needles, yarn balls flying everywhere.  Mercifully, last evening all labors came to a head: I witnessed the birth of a scarflette (small neckwarmer), a gorgeous heathered pacific blue!  I cannot wait to take it for a walk, to show all the neighbors a most prized creation.

Lena Corwin stencil pillow courtesy of thehaystackneedleonline.com

Somewhere in the middle, I stole time to attend Etsy Lab’s stencil workshop. All participants were asked to bring an item to stencil. Ever the good crafter, I brought a fully stuffed pillow, and to my chagrin was unduly challenged.  It ain’t easy, dear readers, to stencil on a rounded surface.  Ed Roth, the patient instructor and owner of Brooklyn-based Stencil 1, was equally perplexed by my odd choice of project.  But alas, after engaging in a protracted session of pillow talk, we resorted to spray adhesive to get the job done.

Despite the remedy, the adhesive could not withhold the force of my eager brushstrokes nor the bulging pillow.  I wound up with a sadly contorted design and the resolve to avoid pillow talk at all costs.  I’ll leave it up to the pros.

What nighttime exercises, craft or otherwise, have you been working on?

Knit Wit

Me, my gift tag, and a whole lot of pride. Speaking of pride, am I suffering from hubris? I think there's a trend forming here. How many pictures of me can this blog take? Photo courtesy of @Etsy.

I woke up this morning to the annoying shrill of a high-pitched note.  To my dismay, then delight, it was my voice. It is back and I can hear it!  For an insane moment there, I really thought I had lost it for good.  And to think that the only way I would be able to relate to you would be through the written word?

Stultifying!

Amidst a slew of other life demands (Hey, somebody’s got to get the Charmin), I’ve been reading your ideas for how I should dress my nook of New York in addition to steeping my spirit in the textures you most adore.  Hello autumn leaves, a worn awl, a baby’s cheek, and a buttery sheepskin rug under foot on a cold winter morning!

To inspire next year’s holiday wrapping, I hope you enjoy this needlepoint gift tag I made at Etsy Labs.  Isn’t it a gem and this palette of red, blue and yellow? No words to describe its beauty.

It is true that I was under the impression I was knitting at the time of this creation, which sparked a gamut of coos and high-fives from my internal peanut gallery.  I laugh now as I flash back to its genesis, shocked that I insisted the instructor compliment my knitting skills!  Oh la la, I’m arrogant.

In conclusion, needlepoint is a form of canvas work embroidery;  knitting is needlework created by interlacing yarn in a series of connected loops.  And, a knit wit is what I was.

Check.

I sincerely hope you’ve had a chance to laugh off a personal, professional or artistic indiscretion in this new year? If not, get going!

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?

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?

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…