Archive for July 9, 2010

A Sweater For Your Beer, part 2

So awhile back, I showed you all some pretty sweet beer coozies that I made out of recycled wool sweaters.  DISCLAIMER:  MY MAN WANTS YOU TO KNOW THAT IT WAS HIS IDEA.  I had decided not to sell them online for a smattering of reasons, most of all because they never really felt finished.  I’m pretty big on quality and something about them just didn’t sit right.

Well, now it does.

Though the wool is felted and will not fray, there was something about having a raw edge there at the top that was bothering me.   I’ve finally found a way to resolve that little dilemma with a bit of fancy, stretchy trim.

finished edge detail

It provides a finished, clean edge without compromising the function of the coozie.  In fact, it makes it even better because it prevents the top edge from stretching out over time.

coozie love

Lookin’ pretty sharp for a beer, eh?

And yes, you can buy them.  I give in.  Coming soon!

a big fat glitch in the tiny empire


Last night I had a dream about my grandmother, not a regular dream but a visiting dream.  You know those kind?

We used to take rides together in the car when I was growing up.  She would tell me about important life stuff that required having a teenager strapped down for awhile, unable to find a distraction outside of the mountain range ahead or twinkling Christmas lights around town.  She reserved these rides for advice like, “Don’t even think about getting married until you’re 25,” and “You’re a butterfly girl.  Pursuing any career that isn’t creative will suffocate you.”

She was a smart lady.

Sometimes I wonder what she would be like now, walking toward her last steps in life if Crohn’s hadn’t ended her journey so prematurely.  I was tickled when she showed up in a mini van, complete with handicapped tag in the window, and translucent white hair.  She pays closer attention than I think.  We went for a drive.

Up the hills.  Overlooking valleys.  To places that I hadn’t seen in a long, long time.  Places that transform with time, shifting in size and magnitude.

“Wow, that valley used to look so much deeper.  It’s really not that big of a drop, is it?”

“I remember when I couldn’t even get all the way up that hill.”

She drove, mostly quiet but giving thousands of words in wisdom through the familiar skylines that we looked at together time and time again.  We sat at the base of a mountain, one I hadn’t seen before, and we were silent.  There was a large playing field at the peak, a professional football stadium.  In the gate stood a man.  She started up the road, quickly.

“Gram, you’re going really fast.  You might hit that guy.”

“Jewel, you gotta keep your momentum high because the hardest part is just before the top.  Don’t stop, don’t slow down.  Or you’ll have to go all the way back to the bottom and start over. He’ll just have to move.”

*blink*blink*

missoulamade 2

Last week, I experienced a pretty good setback.  And by pretty good, I mean both substantial and positive.  Though I had checked, double checked, and triple checked with lots of official and important sounding people, I was given the incorrect direction in terms of health department requirements and tiny empires of tea.  It seems tea is a gray area and there are particular packaging/repackaging rules that require a hefty amount of paperwork and licensing.  These requirements are now taking up plenty of space on my to-do list.

And that means no more tea until I get it sorted out.

While I’m happy that I finally have a definitive answer and I will eventually be able to offer and produce my tea blends on a grander scale, it kind of sucks that I didn’t have this information three months ago.  You know, before the peak of tourist season.

Sigh.

detail of long scarf

Thankfully, I’ve been on a little knitting bender….

hand felted soaps

And I like to flitter from flower to flower.

It’s kind of my thing.

vintage knit and crochet from the 1930s…go!

I’ve been on a knitting bender.

It’s true.

I’ve finally learned that when I get into bender-mode (or the “tsunami pour” as my Canadian penpal calls it), it’s best to just get myself out of the way and let it unroll.  Screw the general clutter patrol, forget the dirty kitchen floor.  Dig into it and see where it leads.

The other day, I was talking to Barb at The Yarn Shop (who wholeheartedly supports my fiber benders, of course) about featuring a vintage style pattern as a Free Pattern of the Month.  Barb, who attended the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York City back in the day, is always game for a little talk about fashion and style, especially when knitting is involved.  We were discussing the resurgence of the styles of the 80s, staying on top of style trends without falling into the fad trap, and simple summer knits.

As it turns out, the lines of the popular 80s styles are actually interpretations of fashion from the 1930s and 40s.

That leads me to a very sweet discovery:

A Stitch In Time

A Stitch In Time:  Knit and Crochet Patterns by Jane Waller and Susan Crawford.  It’s a re-publication of a book originally published in 1972, a collection of patterns from 1920 – 1949.  (You can get it here.)

Without trying to sound like a high school term paper, I just want to point out that the 1930s were a golden era in entertainment, despite the Great Depression.  People used movies, gatherings, and music as a way to escape the drudgery of their dismal realities.  (Think Gone With the Wind and The Wizard of Oz.  Big, dramatic eye candy.)  The same thing is happening on a similar level in these crappy economic times–tv shows where ordinary people are given extraordinary opportunities, movies like Avatar with intense special effects and mad swings of drama, that kind of thing.  I see it through the front lines of the blogging communities, in mama groups, in my Facebook circle, and then I watch it slowly unfurl into the space in front of Annabelle’s stroller on our walks downtown.  People are reaching out to a more solid foundation (chickens, aprons, making our own bread) but bringing a modern twist along with it (organic growing practices, alternative energy, the world wide web).  It’s good medicine in tough times, this influence of the simplicity of the past.

Wait, I was talking about clothes, wasn’t I?

Maybe it’s because I was raised by a collector–a mother who values the history and the story behind the ordinary–but I’m drawn to these old styles in a way that I can’t explain.  They’re feminine without going over the top, beautifully made, and very unique.  Also perfect as a lightweight summer knit or an elegant work of crochet.

rrrrr-ruffles! maybe just on the collar for me.

I like to escape our everyday woes in the world of vintage fashion, I’ll admit it.  Seriously.  Look at this stuff.

um, yes. I am so making this.

there's some mad potential here.

yeah, some things are better off in the past.

but this little baby is making a debut in the present. fo sho.

there's even some underwear.

Mad inspiration for this stitchin’ mama…  Once that first sweater gets off the needles, I’ll be tucked behind one of these patterns, hiding from the big, bad economy and enjoying myself.

Where do you find yourself when the world gets sour?  Seriously.  I’m curious.

all about me, part one


This is the toughest part of creating the content for my fancy new website.

Learning about the structure of web design, the basics of html and css, the strategies behind SEO…that was easy compared to actually sitting down and composing an entire page about my own sweet self.  How do I provide all the information without sounding like an egotistical ass?  How do I keep it interesting?

What do you actually want to know about me?

There is a lot that has shaped my life:  where I’ve lived, my family, poverty, Montana, the principles of Buddhism, lots of therapy…not to mention art and craft and math and science.  Over the next few weeks, I’ll be using the blog here to figure out what to put on my final Bio page for the website.  I’ve got a good grasp on the code, the colors have been chosen, the fonts and styles and links and puzzle bits are all hammered out.

Now it’s time for the hard part.

What’s your approach on the dreaded “About Me” page?  Any words of wisdom?

shotgun view: over the hills and through the woods to missoula we go

Well, this is the way home.  Whatevs.

summertime and the livin's easy

sapphires

always a fence

I love water towers

montucky rustic

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