Posts Tagged ‘Easter egg’

Repurposing

February 27, 2013

The pile of leftovers from the vase project reached critical mass. There was no avoiding an explosion unless I made something different this week. There was also no obvious best choice for the next project, so I grabbed what was on top and put some cording around it.

vase fabric sculpture

I like the shapes of the pieces that remained from my first (failed) vase. I also like the little slot that was created when I stopped sewing two sides together to wind another bobbin and started sewing an inch further down than I should have. I’ll sew some buttons, large beads or jewelry fragments on this piece and loop the ribbon around it.

The next bits turned into a non-functional votive holder.

spirit house votive holder

I had thought this would be a functional votive holder, but the fire risk is too high. That’s when I added the roof, just to make it clear that one really should not light the candle.

As I was congratulating myself on repurposing the debris on my sewing table, I noticed some leftover blue embroidery floss. The floss matched my blue socks, which had a hole in the toe. Then I noticed an old wooden egg that never made it to Easter Egg status, and I realized I could save my collection of socks that go so well with my jeans.

darning kit

I have a decorative tin box – all that remains of a gift of dark chocolate and peppermint candy – which will now become my darning box. I’m not sure the box will fit in my sock drawer, but that’s a problem for another day. Now is the time to celebrate getting some things off the sewing table.

 

 

 

Music and other merriments

April 11, 2012

Last year I cleared a space for a small CD player on a shelf. I never got the CD player, and the space was filled with other stuff. This year, my husband suggested I use our daughter’s old music machine, which is something of a tank. I tried to find a place for it, but wasn’t making progress. The light bulb went off over my husband’s head and he bought me an early Mother’s Day present.

My very own machine!

The gift has benefited me in many ways. First, I can easily have music in my work space. Technically, I’ve had the capacity to bring music to the sewing room by (a) singing, (b) remembering the correct order to use the various remotes to get the various little black boxes to switch over to the speakers in my sewing room, or (c) remembering the proper command to get the music on our computer playing. Option (a) works sometimes, when I remember the words. Option (b) never worked well, and it also meant I had to go to the family room to change the cd. Option (c) worked once and then my husband rewrote the code, and it meant that I had to remember the actual name of the piece I wanted to hear rather than the way I usually do, which is by album cover (“it’s on the cd with the red background and the dog in the corner”).

Another benefit is that not only will I keep that little shelf from getting buried under fabric, I will also keep the area in front of it clear so I can kneel down and get the cd in and out of the machine.

As a side note, I have been amused to discover that while I’ve been listening to bagpipes exclusively for the last three weeks when I run errands and play music in the car, in the sewing room I have only put only piano (Ludovico Einaudi, to be precise) and early vocal music (Gregorian chant, French songs from the 1100s). I’m not sure what this says about my state of mind when I’m on the road, although I have noticed that I skip the ballads and go straight to the battle marches.

The last benefit was that the fabric that was piled on the little shelf belonged to a project that I wanted to get done for Challenge group. And I did:

Aunt Sukey's Butterfly

This is also a Progressive Party project. The other ladies made all the Aunt Sukey’s Choice blocks and I did the butterfly. They thought that was cheating and it probably was, so I tried to make up for it with the quilting:

I leave you with a picture of some of my Easter decorations:

My kids may be too big for Easter egg hunts, but I can still put one on for myself. The hunting part comes when I have to put them away – I don’t always remember all the nooks and crannies where I set them on display!