This project has been calling to me for some time. These pillows are a precursor to the alpaca rug I want to hook next, but these are definitely a creative pursuit I could both sink my teeth and toes into. The alpaca is milled just for me by a couple local family farms. The all around goodness of them is swoon worthy. If you want one of these for your own snuggling purposes, they are available for purchase at The Barn at Todd Farm in Rowley, MA or you can purchase online.
I love trying new things, so this weekend should be exciting. I’ll be joining a bevy of talented artists and other creatives at The Art of Craft at the Fayerweather Street School in Cambridge, Ma tomorrow for my first show. Everything (and I mean everything) is packed and ready to go. From my popular Oriental Rug Pillows made from reclaimed and salvaged antique oriental rugs to organic baby knitwear; eco-friendly soft toys to elegant wedding accessories incorporating antique textiles. It is all there.
Looking forward to a beautiful sunny day when I get to participate in my favorite part of handmade: meeting the people who appreciate it.
I spend a lot of time rooting through flea markets. Pieces of other people’s live present themselves to me, and I create my own narrative. I wonder if someday one of my pieces will be discovered in a dusty bin in some vendor’s stall waiting for a new story to be told.
As a fiber lover, stash management is always an issue. Everything seems to have such intrinsic value. And that has only been getting worse for me as I’ve been exploring rug hooking and quilting. Every little tiny scrap is suddenly a representative of enormous value. I don’t want to throw anything away. This is especially true when I am working with vintage textiles, rugs, and linens. I love discovering the new life that lies hidden in an old tea towel or tattered rug, repurposing its charm into pillows, purses, and brooches. But what to do with the remains? Those leftover little pieces of antiquity that lie on the cutting table? This has become my personal challenge: find the latent purpose of these remnants of our forebears. They certainly wouldn’t have wasted a scrap, so why should I?
Some things just must be made. You don’t really have a choice. Unlike other pieces that you labor over and bemoan their lack of direction, sometimes a completely unexpected piece demands your attention and won’t let go. And sometimes everything falls right into place for it, too. That’s what happened with my Brevity Journal. From the moment the tattered antique rug arrived in my studio from a flea market outing, I knew what it needed to become.
I’m still searching for a few more pieces of fabric to complement the background colors. Unfortunately, whenever I find the perfect piece of wool to work with, inevitably it is being worn as part of some lucky person’s ensemble (pants, skirts, etc.). A little inappropriate to get all grabby about it.
I had so much fun with the the Sunflower Hooked Pillow that I wanted to play more with the concept. These two pieces will be made up into petite mini pillows about 6″ square. My mind’s eye already sees them nestled among books and soaps and flowers or settled on a little person’s rocking chair. Both are hooked with strips of deconstructed clothing. One repeats the Sunflower’s color scheme. For the other I experimented with a background in various shades of milky tea and smoky lavender. I love the effect.
I love my unwavering belief that I am going to just sit down with my yarn and needles and whip something new out. Beautiful. Inspired. And get it right the first time. I apparently refuse to learn. Things like this happen.