Just some color from the balcony before I swept it away.
The sugar maples can do their thing again tomorrow.
This! Is! So! Cool!
As Karl Lagerfeld has said, “Some things never go out of fashion in the world of fashion: jeans, the white shirt, and the Chanel jacket.”
Ahh, the Chanel Jacket. It’s classic, reported to be comfortable and easy to wear, and I have been dreaming of owning one for years. This is the year I am going to make it a reality, and sew a Chanel-style jacket out of my own handwoven fabric.
This is really going to be a long-term project that I started over a year ago. I examined the tweed fabrics in the Linton Tweeds catalogue. I searched the internet and looked at examples of Chanel jackets. I knew I wanted to create a unique tweed fabric.
This is where it all began. My fabric started with a ½ pound of fibre from Louet, called Karaoke in the Parrotfish colourway, in mainly greens and pinks, 50% Soysilk / 50%…
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I am about to pull my Kromski Harp out of hiding and this is very inspirational.
So after a long time, I finally pulled my Cricket out from the basement and successfully wove a scarf on it. Our long standoff has come to an end, and a beautiful British wool scarf is complete. I have no idea why I thought making a plaid pattern was a good idea, but I’m pleased that my foolhardiness did work out in my favor, at least this one time.
I used almost two full skeins of DK weight BFL yarn, both dyed in Wales. The green wool was dyed by Squeaky Elliot on Etsy, and the orange Bonnie DK yarn was dyed by Posh Yarn. They’re quite possibly the same base; the Squeaky Elliot BFL felt a little thinner when weaving, but once I soaked the scarf and let everything sort of bloom fully, I can’t really see a difference. In any case it’s so soft, as one would…
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Photo bu Stu Allsopp
Diagnosis for autism was a surprisingly unequivocal call for my psychologist.
Ever since I’ve been filling in the gaps. As we approach February I’m shocked to find I’m almost a year old (diagnostically speaking). March 4th will be my birthday.
The other night I had a powerful dream that I was interviewed on national television about being autistic. To articulate what this means in public was clearly wish fulfilment of a kind. I guess I’m tired of being on the margins where I’m invisible and expected to be a good quiet autistic who continues to resemble the neurotypical person everyone (including me) thought I was.
You see I’m learning something important. I don’t want to be that person – one who has to work against my nature and cultural affinities.
Part of this is speaking up and out about everyday matters and expressing my preferences more…
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I love denim patchwork. This is arranged very well. Such a great interplay between the different tonalities of the jeans.
Awhile back I saw a denim quilt and thought, “I could make one of those.” I started saving our worn out jeans and cutting out squares when I had some time. These projects always take me longer than I think they will, but this weekend I finished the denim quilt! It is heavy! I think it is going to be more like a picnic blanket than a blanket for snuggling on the couch.
I found several great tutorials online and read through them. Then I combined a few of them and made it up as I went along.
Here are the steps I followed to make my picnic blanket:
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The first time I heard this theory, it came from my partner, many years ago. As usual, the threads of the same theory had been assembling in my head, too, but given my then-unknown tendency to separate thought from words/language, I could never quite express it. When he proposed it, however, this instantly sparked the union of those thoughts and words. I knew precisely what he meant.
Of course, neither of us made the connection to the Asperger’s/autism spectrum back then, but only because we didn’t know. We had barely heard the term “Asperger’s”, and we knew the word “autism”, but for us, it conjured up the same imagery that it does for most people today, and back then, that certainly didn’t seem to hold any resemblance to a higher rung on the evolutionary ladder. We seriously didn’t know.
What he had said, however, was that there had been certain…
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I have never been a big “pinner” on Pinterest, far preferring the ease and interaction of Instagram and other social media platforms. Some people are very successful on Pinterest, with success being defined as marketing tool that draws large numbers of customers to their websites.
I have always approached Pinterest with some reservations.
When I had a Pinterest account, I pinned a total or three things, two of them motivational posters and the third, a mug rug (mini quilt used as a coaster/snack mat):
Here is a better pictures of it in use at work :
Imagine how I felt then I got the email from Pinterest this past Friday that the first picture had been repinned? Pretty stoked that someone resonated with my work.
Until I visited the board and found the pinner had posted it as her own. She even copied word for word the description that I wrote.
I have contacted her and I have contacted Pinterest. She deleted my comments asking for proper attribution. Pinterest send a standard email saying they can’t do anything about this.
I have always been leery of Pinterest for this very issue; not because I thought it would be me who was plagiarized, but because I was concerned if I pinned someone else’s work without their permission, I could end up on the receiving end of a take down notice and/or lawsuit.
(If I can find the blog post by a craft enthusiast who was sued for several thousand dollars because of images she pinned on Pinterest, I will link to it.)
I have no recourse at this point but to turn this into an opportunity.
I have about a dozen of these mini quilts at the different offices where I work. Upon inspection of the one I had in hand when
whining commiserating with a peer, it was suggested that I set up shop.
My Etsy will be open soon.