Wednesday, May 25, 2011

A trip away

Keeps the doldrums away.

Shawn and I turned an errand trip into a wee adventure full of leather, driving, heat, antiques and some dust. You can't have antiques without dust, you know. 

Here's a slice of the road.  

 There were hand-painted signs and cheap-omatic awesome old film.
 To die for desk bases

 This sweet chair almost came home with us... but then it made a SCARY- totally going to fall apart- noise when I sat down and tried to lean back.

 This Fire King souvenir mug and bowling ball case did come home with us though!
 Ahh... old radios are the prettiest machines...

 I regret a bit that I did not take this feather pillbox hat home... oh well, maybe next time!

I was too distracted to take photos in the leather warehouse, but really I wish I could capture the smell of the place... Heavenly I tell you! I've already cut into it to make a sweet clutch, will have some progress soon!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Playing with color

Yarn light by Rosewoolls

I'm ready for fall already, though the summer colors are succulent.  I'm torn. 

p.s. used the auto-blog on flickr for the first time... not sure about that! 

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

dropping in

Hello, I've been busy with life these past weeks.  Work, life after work, finishing cuffs and making plans for new ones.  I've got a clutch purse in the order pile I am super excited about. Though I have to go to the warehouse and purchase more leather.  I can't believe how much of my last piece I've used up!  I'm proud of how small it has gotten.  I am tempted to make a small purse, just to use it up.  To say I've finished it.  Leathercraft is a beautiful force for my muse. I can't keep my mind and hands away for too long.

I don't have  photos now, but I will soon, when the light is better.

sweet dreams!

Monday, May 9, 2011

A simple bag

That turned into my working meditation for the month. I found myself in full artist-hermit mode the past few weeks, working only on this dear project... Even as others that needed to be worked on stared patiently from their side of my work bench.

And now... she is finished. Riveted, sewn, tooled, painted, buckled, primrosed and loved.

The words are "Let us go then, you and I..." from T. S. Elliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. I've always loved this poem, and then one of my brothers studied and memorized it.  Hearing his voice (I'm quite chuffed that he's my brother- quite clever that one - though they all are, my siblings) recite the words, I loved it even more. It seemed fitting, to put this line on a bag that will travel with me. I will go with it and chase the fog in the cities, the mist in the mountains, and feel the breeze carry sweet scents.