yellow leaves


yellow leaves
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

The first NaNoCraftMo piece was actually done on Thursday, but I completely ran out of steam to upload it and write anything about it.

I am most pleased with the leaves on the trees, and how multiple layers of stitching and fabric give the idea of things in front of and behind. I am also delighted with the lumps of leaves – I was unsure when I stuck down the blobby fabric shapes how that would work, but stitching the edges made them blurrier and gave a better feel for the wispyness of the leaves.

Onward!

thread for the weather


thread for the weather
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

While the weather outside was the color of the first thread – cold and gray and pelting rain – my internal weather was much more like the rest of the threads and even the fabrics.

I used to care fiercely about fiber content in the threads I used, I think as a hold-over from caring about the threads I wear (small joke). I was a natural fiber snob. Except Coast and Clark have come out with some truly gorgeous polyester thread and I am smitten. And won over. They are smooth and pretty, and really that is all I care about when I'm stitching with them. So, my thread palette has grown over the last year with new reels of shiny thread. It makes me verry happy.

I must mention the hand dyes I've been using for a lot of the outdoor colors too. They come from Cindy Lioselle, who still has no online presence that I am aware of (Cindy! What gives?!) Cindy is a talented dyer whose dedication to color in general and getting a particular color is amazing. She kindly handed me a pile of scraps (they are HUGE scraps for me) I was drooling over last fall, and I have been mining the pile for lovely muted colors for a while.

whimper or bang?


Nov 2
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

I am whimpering – my days suddenly filled with barn work I didn't anticipate and Hamlet production stress, but I think I have started the month's projects with a bang.

Aerin and I spent a couple hours rigging the ghost of Hamlet's father, so it can fly on and off stage, and furl to hide behind the curtain. I had started to hate it, but the director likes it, and I have two more options for when or if he decides he hates it.

Think ahead – that's my motto.

Also: A Job Well Dreaded is a Job Half Done.

NaNo nano na… no?

November is NaNoWriMo which stands for National Novel Writing Month. People with a desire to write a book sit down and whag out 50,000 words over the course of November. The point being to just sit there and do it, whatever level of drivel or sublime results, to have accomplished this one big thing.

Sadly, I am pretty sure I do not want to write a novel. But I really like the idea of doing something big, and solid, and a real creative stretch. There is also NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) but really, I just don't have that much to say.

Enter NaNoCraftMo – National mumble Craft Month – with a Flickr group to show our results.

So here we go. I am working on a series of 8×10" pieces on the pond, the same pond in the last piece, from different directions and different angles. I prepped backgrounds for 10, I have new ideas for mounting and framing them that should be more economical, and still durable, I have sketches for 5.  I have the first piece laid out and I'll start stitching tomorrow.

 

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Well -I'm in the middle school PTO craft fair, which with any luck will be bettter for business than the last craft fair I went to.

I really have to get a grip on getting things out the door, if I'm going to keep making them at this rate!

better ruby


better ruby
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

It is harder than you might think to get nice pictures of these horses, in part because they are so cheerful and friendly they keep following you to see if you might have treats, and all you can get are pictures of enormous noses and rolling eyes.

So I am pleased with this one of Ruby, and a couple others of Penny and Kaboose over on Flickr.

These are after Rachel and I were out for a trail ride, trying to find the Northwest Passage – a mythical connection between two trails. There are a stunning number of trails that start out looking perfectly reasonable, and then vanish between two trees, leaving you and the horses flailing around getting sticks stuck in your helmet and bridle and all that. And then walking around in misshapen circles trying to find the trail, when it was a trail, so you can go back and try a different direction. It was a nice afternoon for it, despite the sticks.

lumpy pots


lumpy pots
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

Alice and I have finally gotten some of our first pots home.

The process is so slow it is kind of a wonder we remember to bring them home at all. After they are partly dried they get trimmed, then finished drying, following which they get fired once, glazed (dipped into one or another, or a series of buckets of glaze) fired again, and finally finally carried carefully home.

While most of my efforts end up a squelpy mess (Alice’s words) or terminally lumpy and uneven, a couple are getting useful. Shown here is a cereal bowl, in use, a handle-less tea mug, and a micro teacup.

Using my own work for the intended purpose if pretty gratifying. Plus I owe the house some small ice cream bowls, for the ones I broke a couple years ago. I have my work cut out for me.

birch reflections


birch reflections
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

I think this one is done.

I have to make another about today, because I just had the best ride in ages – out on trails with company, trotting and cantering along under the cloudless blue sky, with the amazing colors of a New England fall bright and backlit all around me (and sometimes stuck into my helmet!).

birches section


birches section
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

I finally got back into my room and started working on this piece I had let slide since spring.

The whole piece is much bigger, but needs more work. I do like the way the birch trees came out. I still haven't decided whether or not to indicate the pond with very sheer silk, or leave the dividing line more implied.