I've decided to channel my creative energy into something I can profit from. Today I completed the set-up for my very own etsy shop: home snugg. I'm very excited. I've been wanting to make pillows out of the vast amounts of home decor fabric I have, and I finally tested the waters this past weekend. The logo was inspired by my project. Hopefully this will grow. My shop is currently empty, but hopefully I'll find some time over the weekend to create some inventory. Yay!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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I am a very sensual person - I react emotionally to sounds, smells, and sights more than the average bear (though touch isn't sensitive for me - I apparently have a high pain tolerance). Today I would like to give you a tour of my favorite smells and why.
Coffee is one of those things that is best experienced through smell. I love the taste of coffee, but it will never be as good as that freshly ground coffee bean smell. Heaven. I am sure this is due, in part, to growing up in Seattle - the jet city. We have our choice of both corporate-controlled and artisan coffee houses. My fellow Seattlites will have their strong opinions who who is worth frequenting and who is evil. I am not a corporation-hating hippy-dippy soapbox-standing coffee drinker, and I distribute my coffee business as is convenient for me. I don't discriminate, and I most definitely know what I'm talking about.
The well-run machine that is Starbucks may not have the best cup or that beatnik coffeehouse atmosphere, but they do have the best customer service (at least in Seattle), and they are consistent: every time you order a vanilla latte, it will taste like the one they made you last time; they're dependable. They employ all those out-of-work young lawyers and architects who have flooded the job market in the last couple years, and offer benefits and reasonable wages to boot. However, the accolades I'd like to dole out are for another Seattle coffee roaster. I will always love Starbucks and the time I spent with them slinging espresso during the college years, but the best coffee in all the land comes from Stumptown Coffee. No contest. Don't even try to tell me different; I know I'm right and deep in your heart, you know I'm right too.
Ahhhhhhh.... fresh cut grass... it's a serious stress-reliever for me. Seattle is always wet and drizzly during the fall, winter, and spring. As soon as the sun comes out, everyone who owns a lawn-mower makes good use of the short-lived opportunity. I love driving home with my windows down on a sunny day, filling the car with sweet, grass-scented air. Fresh cut grass (and maybe a little bit of the fumes from a the mower) make me think of sunshine and summer. It's a clean, earthy smell unlike any other. You know what I'm talking about. When I smell it, a weight feels like it's been lifted from my chest, and I get a sense of excitement, as though something good and unexpected is about to happen.
When I was growing up my family co-owned a sailboat with my best friend's family. Summers were spent on low-budget camping trips in the San Juan Islands. We'd run up and down the docks (always wearing serious life jackets - the kind that strap not only around your middle, but also around your legs and have the added head-support flotation attached. We'd catch shrimp right off the dock and zip around with dad in the dinghy setting and pulling crab pots. I love the mix of the salty air, the wood of the dock, the slight mildew on the canvas sails, the gasoline of the motor boats, and even the tar painted on the pilings. The compilation of those things can be classified as one distinctive scent: saltwater marina. A saltwater marina is the smell of life and freedom. It is the smell of adventure and of home. A trip to Ballard or to the Seattle waterfront is a good quick-fix for a marina craving. It's not unique to my home city, but to me it is quintessential Seattle... Seattle at its best.
In 2002 I was studying abroad in Paris. It's an amazingly beautiful city full of history, gastronomy, art, and romance. I loved it there. Still, after a period of time I started to feel a heaviness. I was stressed about classes, about my French language skills, and the struggle to make friends at my American school and yet wanting to assimilate as much as I could with the French culture. I would take long walks through the historic cemeteries of Paris, kicking the fall leaves as I strolled. I was happy as a student there, but still I carried a heartsickness I couldn't put my finger on - it's hard to be ungrateful for any day spent in Paris, really. Then we got news of a tragedy that sent ripples through several circles of people I knew; the accidental death of a classmate of mine in London was enough motivation to buy a train ticket, and I made a plan to meet my roommate from SCU for the weekend at a halfway point between Paris and Alicante, Spain, where she was studying. We chose Barcelona. We were both feeling down about the loss of our classmate (someone I'd gone to school with since age 12), and we both felt the need to spend some time in the company of someone who understood how we were feeling.
I took an overnight train out of Paris and arrived in Barcelona the next morning at about 11. I was on my own for the next several hours, so I disembarked and started walking. I had no idea where I was headed, but I let my internal compass guide me. Then, I smelled it: a saltwater marina. It was glorious. I took a deep breath in, and as I exhaled, a huge weight lifted off. It wasn't home - Seattle is never 75 degrees in late November - but a little piece of home had come to me. I was elated. I walked toward the water, soaking in the sunshine and the smell of a Mediterranean city. All the stresses and heartaches I had felt minutes before had temporarily evaporated and I just enjoyed the present. It was just what I needed. At that moment, I realized I need to spend my life in a city built on a body of saltwater. It's how I center and recalibrate my attitude. Who knew? (Later that night we drank too much sangria, danced, laughed, and cried.)
When I was in high school I went out for cross-country. I'm not a big sports person. I'm not really a team-player... in general. This is not to say I sabotage group work or refuse to carry my weight when I'm on a group project; I just prefer to work independently when I have the choice. Cross-country is the perfect sport for someone who likes to work individually and still enjoys the camaraderie of a team.
Cross-country starts in late summer. Those first couple months are grueling - I hate running in heat and late August can get downright HOT here. Then, sometime in early October the temperature drops and the rains really set in. By late October leaves turn colors and begin to fall. My high school cross-country team often held practices at Woodland Park at the south end of Green Lake. I loved running the loops at Woodland Park; the terrain is varied (as far as Seattle goes) and the earthy sweet smell of decaying leaves is strong and distinctive, yet surprisingly fresh. The way that crisp air fills my lungs, sometimes even shockingly cold, helps me push on with my run.
This is my most favorite smell of all time: the blooms of a Daphne-Odora shrub. To me, there really is nothing better. Whenever I'm out on a walk or on a run and I smell this fragrant flower, I stop in my tracks, look around to find the source, stand next to it, and take a deeeeeeeeeeep breaaaaaath innnnnnnnnn.... Ahhhh. This plant symbolizes for me the closing of winter and a transition into spring. It has a beautifully floral-citrusy smell that is indescribable.
This year for Valentine's Day Andrew gave me a daphne plant. I. Love. It. LOVE. I can only keep it for another couple weeks before I will have to turn it over to my mother. There are two reasons I must give it up for adoption: firstly and most importantly, I am an accidental plant-killer. I don't know why; it stumps me too (pun intended :) ). Secondly, it can't stay in its cute little red pot for more than a month; it's an outdoor pet and I live in an apartment. Happily, my mother has an amazing green thumb and a giant yard (for city standards) where it can play with other plants. This is a fantastic solution because I completely trust my mother's gardening skills and her dedication to her flora. When she has a day off, she spends it in her yard.
I called her today and told her my plan - she happily agreed and we started brainstorming the perfect location. I can't wait to share this gift with her.
Friday, February 12, 2010
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I don't think Sabina reads my blog, so I'm going to post her quilt progress, starting with mapping it out. I took some time and tweaked my measurements ever so slightly so it wouldn't be a pain to cut out. Here we go!
Pieces cut out for 1/4-inch seam allowances:
Disclaimer: I haven't actually made this block yet, but I've always been pretty damn good at math and these measurements seem to check out. If I discover there are errors I'll post a correction and update this post.
I've been working on this one for months. It's a baby quilt for my friend's daughter, who was born in early May. It's a friend I've been out of touch with, so I got the news he had a daughter about a month after she was born. The piecing part went pretty quickly, but I decided to hand-quilt it (my first time) and I wanted the stitches to be part of the overall design, so I'm using a light pink double-thread. I'm also a bit of a perfectionist, and I wanted the stitches to look good, so it's taking a looooooong time. One of these squares takes several hours to quilt.
Here I am on my second-to-last square. That's the progress I had as of last night. It's nice to always have a bit of hand-stitching to do while watching a movie or a show. We watched "Life After People" last night, a History Channel special that theorizes on how the earth will naturally reclaim our cities if people suddenly vanished, giving snapshots at various passages of time: 3 days, 1 month, 3 years, 30 years, 250 years, etc... The narrator is comically over-dramatic and sometimes the things they talk about are completely uninteresting (the British royal corgis? Are we worried about this?), but the visual effects they use to illustrate the projected deterioration and the collapse of major metropolitan landmarks are amazing. My favorite is the 30-year mark. Apparently there actually are cities all over the world that were vacated in the late 70s and left to decay; the producers of the show use these as a real-life benchmark of what to expect, showing how the elements have ravaged buildings that were once sound structures. In the episode we saw, Gary, Indiana was used as an example. (You're singing the song to yourself now, aren't you? Sorry about that.)
Oh yeah... back to the quilt. I have just one more square to quilt before I can bind it and hand it off. Keep your fingers crossed this happens before baby's first birthday.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
I have been meaning to make my friend Sabina a quilt for her wedding (which was this past Sept) but just couldn't for lack of inspiration. Finally, over the weekend it hit me. Like, I couldn't sleep. I've been mulling it over for the past several days and finally put my ideas on the page. Here's my first mock-up:
Then, I decided I needed to make sure it was feasible and I didn't overwhelm myself, so I broke it down into manageable blocks:
Totally doable. I'm still trying to decide if I want to move the orange in the top-right block. Thoughts?
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
This is the latest and greatest update on my new quilting experiment. Last night I spend the after-dinner hours sewing together strips into random groups of about 6-8, and then cut them at a 45-degree angle. It's progressing well, but a little different than I'd planned. I like that about my quilts - I never know quite how they'll turn out. I'm really loving these happy colors.
Monday, February 1, 2010
My original intent for this blog was to chronicle the crafty things I do. I quilt a heck of a lot and I'm big into redoing furniture. However, I'm really bad at taking pictures of things in stages as I do them. I'm trying to get better. Here's my first attempt:
This is the first night of progress on my new quilt top (I finished that other one yesterday, so I feel I've earned the opportunity to start something new). I have a lot of Asian prints in my stash, and they seemed the perfect backdrop for a cheerful chevron quilt. As you can see, I've barely begun.
My intent was to really get a mix of fabrics that contrasted, but also worked together. I wanted plenty of darks, lights, brights, neutrals, prints, and solids. Beyond that, I'm winging it. As always.
Stay tuned for an update on my progress!
Over the weekend I went to Lopez Island with a couple girlfriends. We mostly hung around the house drinking wine and watching fantastic chick flicks, but we did manage to enjoy the island outdoors a little. here are some of the highlights...
It was a great getaway. Truly.