Silly Self Portrait Saturday

Thanks to Chris, (aka StoneyCharms) who reminded me that we had agreed to a silly self portrait day one day when discussing headphones or some such thing in the etsy forums. So here goes.

HA. Just kidding. Obviously. This would be the doofus cat that still calls my house home. SOMEDAY his real mama will come to reclaim him (hint-hint christine…). He just likes to wait until I’m slaying trolls in the Etsy fora to take advantage of the most expensive fabric in the house. (Don’t worry- this gets washed on hot about a dozen times during dyeing.)

Here- thanks to my hubs, is my “discharging” get up. Sometimes you just gotta take the color OUT of something, and that throws off some really nasty fumes. I do it outside (hence the outdoor shot) with my hot plate and a “table” made of sawhorses and buckets and so on. Not something you want to dress up for. Generally- this would be done in one of the many multicolored (aka dyesplashed) shirts and crocs. and grubby pants or pjs. But we just amae back from a day out with the kids- so I threw the garb on for the modeling session in front of the hydrangea. FYI: That hydrangea is FULL of bumblebees…..

Scary eh? Maybe sometime I’ll actually do some REAL workspace pics. After I clean up my workspace.

Anyhoo- that’s me. Last time I was out doing this- in my driveway- every dog walker and kid walker happened to decide to go for a stroll by my house that day. Trust me- It wasn’t pretty and I secured my place as the nuttiest on the block.

Now that we’ve looked at that- let’s look at the cute…

Yes- that’s the asshat cat from above, looking cute so that I still feed him every day. There are two others in the house- but they are a little more camera shy.

If I Could Marry an Iris……

It would be this one

So lonely...

This shy beauty was found among a bed of irises along my driveway. Some of which had been transplanted 2 seasons before from my backyard. I’ve never seen her before, but she is stunning, and the nicest surprise.

It is also amazing what has grown from a handful of seeds, haphazardly tossed in the side yard 2 seasons ago.

Holy three foot tall Lupine Batman!

Funny how big this guy grew, happy as a clam in this crappy, unamended, compacted soil, from questionable seed, and the pots I purchased from the garden center 2 years ago- died the first year.

What’s nice is this one has a bunch of friends in this bed. Maybe it’ll take over the whole side.

And lastly


This lilac hasn’t bloomed like this in the almost 3 years we’ve been here. It smells DIVINE.

Well my friends, clearly there hasn’t been much dyeing going on. Lately I’ve been reveling in the color in my yard. That’s where I plan to stay as long as it’s sunny out.

Isn’t she pretty!

Right before Christmas, actually AS I was trying to finish up a present, my sewing machine started stinking. The kind of stink you get when your vacuum, or washer is slipping a belt. It was not a pleasant smell, but I didn’t immediately identify it as “sewing machine death” since it started out fairly subtle.

It wasn’t until I realized that said machine was starting to slow down and feel sluggish, that I needed to put more and more pressure on the pedal that I suddenly realized what was going on. I probably pushed it harder than I should have, it being a cheap peice o’ crap from BJ’s ten years ago. But I had been fighting with this fabric for DAYS.

Note: if you really want some crazy making fun times: try to stitch 12 mm silk charmeuse to silk velvet, with long straight lines and no bunching. Now flip it over and do the other side. Now add in the stress of a deadline (Christmas), kids (can I sew something Mom?) cats (Hmmmm that tread looks good, and ooooh a nice velvet bed for me to roll on) Fun times were had by all!

Anyways, dead machine. Got the project done. Figured- okay well I’ll take it to “the guy” and hopefully he doesn’t laugh at my plastic machine. It’s a Singer, but that doesn’t mean what it used to mean, and it has served me well, but I spent more time fighting with it than sewing with it in the last decade. What I really want is to invest in a sturdy OLD machine. I don’t need bells and whistles. I need a straight stitch and maybe a zig-zag. But I do need money, and that I don’t have right now.

Well lo and behold I’m talking to my MIL about it, and she mentions a machine she picked up for 15 bucks somewhere, but the person she was going to give it to didn’t want it. Would I like it for backup? Uhhhmmmm. Sure I ‘ll try anything.

Well what did I find when I open the box?????

A MINT condition Singer 328K. Built like a tank! As in- I can actually make the slipcovers I’ve been wanting to do! And runs beautifully!

Singer 328K

Here she is close up and sexy-like in the shadows….

Singer 328k closeup

If you could marry a machine…you know I would in a heartbeat. I can’t wait to really get going this weekend on a bunch of projects that have been languishing.



This girl needs a name too!  Give me some name ideas in the comments , and if I pick yours- I’ll send along a little goody!




Check your pockets…

…..for bobbins of thread before you put them in the laundry.

After you spend 45 minutes freeing your clothes from the tangled web of hot pink thread, make a mental (or written) note to not do something like that again.

You know,  so you don’t spend another 45 minutes cutting the next load of laundry free from the brand new spool of purple silk thread.

That is your nugget of wisdom for the day.  Take heed.