No before picture, only an after picture this time.
Just imagine 1980′ s era pine paneling and some mis-matchy curtains and a weird gap between the floor and wall. For 7 years!
Some kind babysitting from my MIL let the baseboards and cornice molding happen (thanks bec).
I found the floating shelves on clearance and whipped out curtains late last night.
You can’t see my blue tile back splash here but I found my very specific color scheme (yellow and blue with red accents) for the curtains here at equilter. Only when it arrived did I realize it was a Laurie Wisbrun design and now it totally makes sense that I love it!
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I had been hanging on to this little post for a while, waiting for it to “gel” for me. But Rachel over at Stitched in Color brought up what I think was a level headed arguement about the very idea that I have been pondering, she calls it Copied or Inspired. I am going to delve into a little thing that has been bugging me for ages- the “ethics” of inspiration. Stepping on to my soap box;
I find inspiration is sometimes hard to collect all in one place. I mark magazine pages only to throw them in the recycling in a cleaning frenzy. I used to mark favorites on flickr but the sorting was non existent. I couldn’t split my quilting favorites from my gardening favorites. I used to fill my amazon cart in the months before Christmas but not everything is for sale on amazon. But then came Pintrest. This amazing pintrest site is so inspiring and makes it so easy to collect a group of images or shopping lists that you want to reference later. I have found myself returning to my quilting board when I need an idea for a project and the presents-for-my-kid board when I know we are heading to a birthday party sometime soon. It hasn’t changed the frequency or variety of blogs that I read. And maybe once or twice a week I pin something from a blog I read.
In the past few months I started noticing blogs or flickr users that don’t let you repin. That’s cool. It is their photos and/or their creations. Or pictures of their family. I totally get it. Even though this rant sounds like I don’t get it. But I do. But one bloggers public statement, who I will not name, has gotten stuck in my craw. This blog has featured 6 or 8 images a week that had inspired their work. Images that provide inspiration to make the crafts that make this persons living. The frequency of the reposted photos make me doubt that permission was ever asked for, although the source was always referenced, much like pinterest. Here is the thing, having spent years posting other peoples work, this artist proclaimed the reason they were making all the photos of their work unpinable was because they found their photos on pintrest boards titled DIY. The artist said (more or less) that the idea of other people making projects based on their work made them resentful of all the hard work that had gone into the design of them. Seriously? This artist posts, on their site, hundreds of images of art or craft or sources for years and then they decide that their personal work is too precious for other peoples inspiration and they are above being an inspiration for others? It just seems so unfriendly.
I just typed and retyped that last sentence 6 times to find something politically correct to say. Anyway, out of curiosity I went to see if I had pinned anything from this blog, turned out I hadn’t so now I am unsubscribed. What can I say, I think inspiration is important. If you don’t want your art to be public that’s fine. But saying you don’t want it to be public for fear of someone else replicating it is bizarre to me. I think seeing pictures of someone’s work and recognizing that is it something you would like to look at again some day is a MILE and a day from infringing on someone’s copy write or livelihood.
And on the same day I read about that, I saw the below article. I always imagine the world of artist is friendlier, but then there is this fight that happened recently in the quilting world. Copy writing and what does it mean…
It makes my corporate desk job look a little more appealing for a while, dreams of being a full time craftsperson fade in the light of these two things… but somehow airing the uglyness makes it sting less.
my public statement on camping (after 2 drinks)
You pack totally random bag of clothes which you will either wear all at once because you are freezing or none of because it is freaking hot. You drive 2 hours away, with all your crap crammed in the car and a toddler who won’t nap. Arrive and install yourself in a tent or cabin with all your crap. You look with envy at humongous 6-mile-to-a-gallon campers knowing that if it was your primary home you would be trailer trash but since it is a traveling second home, it is a sign of wealth. You realize the 4 things you forgot (my sneakers, kiddo’s swimsuit, wine, and veggies for dinner) and either suffer without or drive back out to the closest Walmart, a store that you never shop at normally. That takes half a day in itself. Then you walk around in the woods and/or do a little sailing. That part is nice I guess. Turns out there is no swimming in that nice little pond so your kid resigns herself to shoveling dirt into her sand pail and poring it on top of herself. Many baby wipes later and she still looks like a poster child for a charity who wants to educate poor shoeless Appalachian children. Dinner time arrives, it takes a million years and all kinds of tupperware containers and fancy butane or cooking with special camping plates that probably didn’t get washed since last time you camped. Your friends share their hotdogs, and you are grateful even though they would be a side note of any other dinner, it is the main course this time around. You could have had something else if you had gone back out to the Walmart but the kid was fussy and putting her back in the car for another 40 minutes just seemed cruel. As the mosquitoes descend for dusk you make some s’mores, which are okay but are always a little disappointing. I think it was a marketing trick to sell marshmallows. You have to put your dog on a rope because the park ranger keeps driving by and there is a leash rule. Even though she is the best dog on the planet she keeps winding the rope around the camping chairs and the toddler.
You hide your food in all variety of containers and coolers so the natives don’t come (hello! bears can open a cooler!) and then you hang your trash on a tall post thing like some redneck flag. You bond with long lost friends with illegal beer (no drinking in state parks) over a dying campfire but in a hush so you don’t wake the neighbors. The neighbors who are other idiots who drive for hours to sleep in cloth houses inches from you or the classy guys who were blaring techno music earlier in the afternoon from their cabin. Then you sleep, if you can. You wake up early in the morning because it is a new place and you slept on a hard-as-rock bunk. Biting flies on the way to the public bathroom, need I say more? Wander in the woods some more, this is usually when you skin your knees or get stung by a bee (didn’t happen to me this time because I sent them in the woods without me and read a book, because I am a genius) . Check out at noon to drive 2 hours home and spend $80 in gas for both cars because a family of 3 needed 2 cars to get the sailboat there. Get home and unpack everything and get really excited about sleeping in a cozy bed THAT YOU VOLUNTARILY LEFT TO GO SLEEP IN THE WOODS. I still don’t understand camping. I think day trips and a real bed are lovely. Sorry honey, I am not a frontier woman, but once a year I will go “camping” because I love you. HOWEVER, NEXT TIME I AM GONG BACK OUT FOR A BOTTLE OF WINE!
First I must say that a remarkable number of quilts come up when you search Garden Fence in Flickr or Pinterest or even Google. Once I waded through all those lovely quilts I found some sunburst fence panels I loved and got out the screw gun with the help of my BFF we got this up in record time.
I salvaged a pile of cedar that had been under a tarp in a hidden corner of the yard and painted it up to match the shutters. This little fence is a must-have in our deer infested neighborhood. Ideally it would be taller to keep the deer out, but the visual barrier seems to have worked so far. I love the alternated sunburst style. Just quirky enough to hide all my carpentry mistakes…
Secret sewing projects these days for upcoming weddings! more pictures after the events.
After much internet searching, many pinterest pins, and a serious debate with my husband about the color fuchsia (I lost that debate), I have chosen Red and Teal as accent colors for our house. And also our mailbox. Our little house in the woods that we bought 6 years ago and somehow it was only a few weeks ago that I decided to put on shutters.
What this picture doesn’t show is the red front door which I managed a few years ago, I am very temped to paint the screen door teal, but haven’t made up my mind yet. My Christmas present from my husband was the custom made window boxes and I really do love looking out the window through the FUCHSIA petunias that I hope grow fast and overflow the boxes soon. Fuchsia did not make the cut as an accent color, but I snuck it in by the end. We started with a brown house with a brown roof and darker brown accents, but I am hopeful that maybe next summer I can paint it yellow and keep these new accent colors. Some of my inspiration below;
Because all my internet research tells me that a yellow house makes the blue and red look fabulous, don’t ya think?
It’s the season to start christmas projects and not talk about them. But I did cut the pieces for a new quilt, for ME this time. And instead of sewing the quilt pieces I made a little something out of the scraps. A sneak peek;
We interrupt this normally sewing blog for this comic break-
So, Darcy’s toy snake fell out of the car at the sitter’s house, and the sitter thought it was real, and her neighbor thought it was real, and animal control thought it was real and called for backup and the cop thought it was real, until he got it in the snake bag… when he figured out it wasn’t real. They were terribly embarrassed, and I, well I guess I should be embarrassed, but I think it is pretty funny.
The hand-me-down furniture has been painted. And 3 gallons of Kilz has made the inside of our old garden shed habitable for a little girl. We have to frame those lower windows and paint the floor a color other than white but we are well on our way!
p.s. the dog painting was painted by a much younger me who was going to write a childrens book about a blue dog. That never materialized, but it looks pretty okay in the playhouse!
I was forced to pull myself away from sewing for a little while.
Because a tree fell on the house.
And poked a hole in the nursery. We were at the grocery store when it happened, but the little miss points at the ceiling and says, Uh-Oh. We now have a new section of roof, but there are still some repairs to be done.
We have been savoring the last few weeks of warmth.
And I have put my quilting aside to do some other outdoor projects not related to big stinking trees. I started transforming the smaller, older tool shed into a playhouse for the little miss. A few gallons of Kilz on the inside so far but there is much more to paint. And there is a new window to be framed. I have been image searching and loving all the playhouse ideas out there and collecting all my inspiration on pintrest. Seriously, click that link and you will start dreaming about your own playhouse.
My mom arrived with these treasures and I promptly painted them with the wrong paint (*%^&#*@#!) . I thought I was spraying them with black primer but alas, it was product called “undercoating” which still has not fully dried 4 days later! So, there might be a trip to the sandblaster and then a do-over. In the end I want these to be red, with a pink seat and pink table top, and they will live in her playhouse.
So, that is what has been going on. Plus 2 more weddings, a birthday, a family reunion and friends staying from out of town. I have 17 days to finish a wedding quilt who’s top is not quite pieced… Or a year and 17 days if I choose to take my husband’s advice…