Archive for August, 2008
Finally, after several weeks of (barely) keeping it to myself, something that I’ve been helping plan is at a stage where I can share it with all of you.
And so, without further ado, I proudly present Craft Roots, an arts and crafts bazaar to benefit the Volunteers of America of Florida.
I met a girl named Joy through the Etsy group that I belong to (Etsy FEST). Joy works for the Volunteers of America of Florida and came up with the idea of having a fundraiser craft show here in Tampa. The show will actually be in Ybor City, a funky, eclectic area of Tampa known as the Cigar District. It’s the perfect place for a craft show.
Anyway, I’ve been helping Joy with some of the planning — although she’s definitely been doing the majority of the work — and I’m proud to announce that we’re finally ready to start accepting vendor applications for the show! So if you’re anywhere near Tampa, SIGN UP!!!! DO IT NOW!!!!!
Visit the Craft Roots website for more details, and if you’re interested in being a vendor, please download an application (Word or PDF). Let me know if you have any questions, or email Joy at cigarcitycrafters(at)gmail(dot)com.
I’ve been on a pink and black kick lately.
It’s a striking color combination.
And it makes me smile.
I also have a pink and black work in progress.
I’ve noticed messy outline stitches on some other people’s work that remind me of scribbles. So I figured I’d give it a try. I think I like it.
The new 90210 starts on Tuesday. Hmph. We’ll see. We’ll just see.
These two seahorse bibs have been sitting around since my last craft show. I meant to post them to The Boutique months ago, but I just flat-out forgot.
I started a new pink and black apron (with ricrac!) that I’m very excited about. Why does ricrac make me so excited? I have no idea. It just does. It’s so damn charming and adorable.
I hope to finish the apron this evening and post it tomorrow, provided the weather cooperates.
See how sweet, happy and calm Quinn looks in that picture? Well, he’s going to the vet this afternoon, so I expect pure fear and anxiety to replace that look. Quinn is the sweetest kitty on the face of the earth, but he’s also a giant wuss.
If he were a kid, he would be pale and have asthma and glasses, and the other kids would make fun of him and throw things at him on the playground. But he’s mine and I love him.
My parents are moving to the Keys, so I spent a good part of last weekend cleaning my stuff out of their attic. Almost all of it had been stored up there for years and forgotten about. I ended up giving the majority of it to charity and bringing home only two boxes consisting mostly of yearbooks and photographs.
I also found a gorgeous red pillow that my Tiny Grandma needle-pointed.
I have no idea why I boxed it up and stored it in the attic, but it’s now on display in our home where it belongs.
And do you see the retro blue chair that the delicate little pillow is sitting on? It was a sweet find. I bought it on major clearance — and I do mean major — at a discount store. It’s one thing to find the perfect chair for your home; it’s another thing entirely to buy it for a few bucks.
For the past seven months, Alex has had an insane schedule. He’s been working 16-hour shifts on the weekend on top of a full-time job during the week. For the past seven months, I’ve spent every weekend without him. I’ve traveled without him, gone to parties and dinners without him, made coffee in the morning without him. And it has, quite frankly, sucked.
But in two weeks, I get him back on the weekends! He’s taking an EMT course that meets three nights a week, and there’s no way he can hold down two jobs and go to school, so he finally quit his weekend job.
More than anything else, I look forward to sleeping in and then having banana pancakes for breakfast. It’s one of our favorite traditions, and I miss it.
I also plan on making him go to garage sales and flea markets with me. But he doesn’t know that yet. So please don’t tell him.
The above bags are for my friend’s special order. These were truly a collaborative effort, with both of our ideas merging into two very unique bags. I never would have thought to do applique skulls, but did they turn out awesome or what!? Then another friend of mine saw the bags and asked me to make the pink one for her sister! I love it!
I will soon have some exciting news about a new craft show. Details aren’t quite ready yet, but hopefully I’ll have some information to share with all of you very soon. Stay tuned!
By the way, while Tropical Storm Fay seems to be annoying every other part of Florida, it passed right by Tampa. Not so much as a drop of rain. We’re quite thankful.
And so it begins.
We are smack dab in the middle of hurricane season, and Floridians are intently watching Tropical Storm Fay to see where it’s going to hit, and if it’s going to become a full-blown hurricane. People are fighting over bottles of water in the grocery store. Newscasters are citing the worst and creating panic. Hurricane season is not fun.
I had off today, so I had a lazy morning and shared a bowl of cereal with the kitties.
“Hello, what’s this?”
Poor Quinn. He doesn’t even try anymore.
I spent the rest of the day sewing bags for an interesting special order, which I hope to photograph tomorrow. Assuming, of course, that hurricane-strength winds don’t thwart my plans.
I was so happy with how the Checkerboard Tote turned out that I decided to make another bag for Atomic Holiday Bazaar with the same exact shape and dimensions, but with an applique design on the front.
I cannot tell a lie. I love, love, love applique. I love creating an applique design, and I love how it looks on the finished product. So while I enjoyed doing the checkerboard pattern on the front of the last bag, I kinda missed my old buddy. And I like to think he missed me, too.
So here we are, hanging out together in an alleyway, leaning up against a wall with graffiti all over it. Just me and applique.
Actually, that graffiti is on a wall along the alleyway behind our apartment. We have a very nice fence up around our property, so we can’t see the graffiti. Every few months, someone (from the county?) comes along and paints over the graffiti to get rid of it.
And while you’d think that cleaning up the wall would be a good thing, it probably just looks like a giant inspirational blank canvas to the graffiti artists. So within a week, it’s tagged again. There’s something new up there every few days. It’s like our own little ever-changing art gallery.
But I digress.
The Dottie Bag (for sale here) is made of chocolate brown corduroy and lined in a striped cotton fabric. I used heavy interfacing on the sides and base of the bag to make it nice and sturdy, and so that it would keep its shape.