Cuffery

I'm still stitching away on these wee cuffs.

I had a cuff crush when I first had the tinies.

Soft, non-permanently scarring jewelry seemed like a good idea.

I hunted, and they were hard to find.

Then suddenly they were everywhere

Now I'm all liberated because I can make my own

crafty fantasy.

They all have 'hidden' messages inside.

I'm calling in more delight this week.

I've never been one of those people who believe that you can't

tell your secrets or they won't come true.

Hang it from the rooftops baby!



I'm not sure what will become of these...

I'm quite taken with this free motion stitching.

Combined with a little hand embroidery

and material mash up.

I'm not sure what will happen to these patches, but I'm making them all the same.

 

On a purse? On a bag? On a pocket?

Book cover?

Quilt??

Harumph!

I made a collar/ choker version tonight.

Only it actually chokes.

Here are some poorly shot details.

It's inexplicably reversible

 with slightly different images on either side.

I'll try for some better shots in the light of day.

Nighty-poo.

Don't poo in your nightie.

It's just good practice.

You heard it here first folks.

Light of day snaps:

 

Today I'm linking to So You Think You're Crafty

Some of my favorite folks...

are children's illustrations.

I heart Ian Falconer of Olivia fame.

(Although my therapist is going to need a therapist

if I tell her about the adult versions of his drawings

in the most recent work of  David Sedaris

Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk

shudder,

nope double shudder).

And I also heart Olivier Dunrea's Gossie characters.

This is probably a great crimes against the artist,

but I stitched some of their pages

(I'm going with mimicry as greatest compliment)

So simple, so gratifying

So moving into the play room!

This free motion stitching changes everything

and the possibilites are endless

Today I am linking to The Creative Itch & Get Your Craft On

The stitchery continues

Well, I'm newly addicted to this little stitchery wizardry.

Fast, fun, easy.

And, while I'd rather be punk rock,

I can't dismiss the sweet in these little hoops.

My stitch writing is still reminiscent of a serial killer.

Or a 3 yr old.

Or a 3 yr old serial killer.

Perhaps one who just kills bugs,

and can handle the contradiction

of life being so sweet and so full of smushing simultaneously

On an unrelated detour,

If you are genetically related to my sweetie

don't look any further

A little pile of homemade stocking stuffers hit the mail today.

The heart pin above was inspired by one I saw at Smoking Lily a few years ago.

Only theirs was nicer.

They rock.