Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Away We Go
Blogger is for the birds. It's making me crazy. I hate how it looks and I hate how messed up all my posting has been for the last few months.
I'm closing up shop and taking it over to Wordpress. If you stop by here regularly using the ameskenny.blogspot.com address, note that you will shortly (hopefully) have to check amykenny.ca for thrilling, up-to-the-minute (mostly) updates on where I am writing, painting, crafting leather, eating lunch, dancing at shows, petting my dog, etc.
Let the techno-mess commence!
I'm closing up shop and taking it over to Wordpress. If you stop by here regularly using the ameskenny.blogspot.com address, note that you will shortly (hopefully) have to check amykenny.ca for thrilling, up-to-the-minute (mostly) updates on where I am writing, painting, crafting leather, eating lunch, dancing at shows, petting my dog, etc.
Let the techno-mess commence!
Peroti
Here is a thing you must try. A peroti - courtesy of Vagabond Street Foods in Whitehorse, YT.
I ate so many of these during the four or five days I was there and I think of them every day. Finally tried my hand at making them last night and ooohhhhhhh. So good.
1) Make curried potatoes according to your fave recipe.
2) Stuff them into a wrap or pita pocket.
3) Cover with shredded mozzarella.
4) Scoop some mango chutney on top.
5) Grill if you have the means.
I meant to take a picture of this to entice you, but I accidentally inhaled the thing, so you'll just have to take my word.
Here is a completely unrelated photo of progress so far on the Brown Album paintings. The long one of all five of them isn't related to a song - just an extra one I did when I realized I forgot a wall's worth of space.
Look how smarmy Robbie is. Don't believe me? Read this, then see how you feel about him.
I ate so many of these during the four or five days I was there and I think of them every day. Finally tried my hand at making them last night and ooohhhhhhh. So good.
1) Make curried potatoes according to your fave recipe.
2) Stuff them into a wrap or pita pocket.
3) Cover with shredded mozzarella.
4) Scoop some mango chutney on top.
5) Grill if you have the means.
I meant to take a picture of this to entice you, but I accidentally inhaled the thing, so you'll just have to take my word.
Here is a completely unrelated photo of progress so far on the Brown Album paintings. The long one of all five of them isn't related to a song - just an extra one I did when I realized I forgot a wall's worth of space.
Look how smarmy Robbie is. Don't believe me? Read this, then see how you feel about him.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Nice Toolin' Tex
I'm trying to stick to the queue of orders I have lined up, but I'm really itching to start on the latest - the western guitar strap.
Its order-er wants the liner to be a shade of maroon I can only acheive by staining veg-tanned leather, so I get to line the whole thing with a beautiful Belgian hide. This is going to allow me to finish the edge smooth as glass (something I can't do with regular liners because of the way they're treated) and tool a hidden inscription inside the strap - a deatil I think it going to look awesome.
Check out the hardware I bought for it...
Its order-er wants the liner to be a shade of maroon I can only acheive by staining veg-tanned leather, so I get to line the whole thing with a beautiful Belgian hide. This is going to allow me to finish the edge smooth as glass (something I can't do with regular liners because of the way they're treated) and tool a hidden inscription inside the strap - a deatil I think it going to look awesome.
Check out the hardware I bought for it...
Friday, April 23, 2010
Don Your Red Riding Hood...
Deep Dark Woods.
These guys are awesome. I remember hearing them on Q some months ago and falling in love. I don't know how I forgot to get full-blown obsessed with them at the time, but I plan to remedy that starting today.
These guys are awesome. I remember hearing them on Q some months ago and falling in love. I don't know how I forgot to get full-blown obsessed with them at the time, but I plan to remedy that starting today.
WORLD DOMINATION
Shoot from the Hip is soon to be international!
I'm tooling up some stock for The Snug - a new shop opening in the Isle of Man.
Their merch will include home decor and outdoor gear like multi-fuel stoves, hip flasks (my contribution), BBQ, fire pit and picnic implements, and cozy home accessories like sheepskin rugs and hot water bottles.
I'll link as soon as they have their website up and running.
I'm tooling up some stock for The Snug - a new shop opening in the Isle of Man.
Their merch will include home decor and outdoor gear like multi-fuel stoves, hip flasks (my contribution), BBQ, fire pit and picnic implements, and cozy home accessories like sheepskin rugs and hot water bottles.
I'll link as soon as they have their website up and running.
The Real Deal
I just got a custom order from an honest-to-goodness Texan - a Western-style guitar strap (a la the Wild Filly strap, minus the "filly") for her husband. The pressure is on!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
I am Kinetic Energy
If I can manage to sit still and listen for a minute, I hear a buzz.
Is it coming from my heart or my head?
Ohhhhhh, there is so much to do. I need to make myself a calendar and list a strict schedule. Events. Obligations. Things that must be done each day. I generally do this every week anyway, but I always leave a little wiggle room.
There is no wiggle room in May! It's sunny and I'm spazzy and I just drank way more coffee than the detox program says is acceptable - a guideline I was sticking to until today. My arms have that metallic feeling you get in your mouth when you eat way too much of something too sweet in one spoonful. Know what I mean? No? You need to eat more sweets.
Anyway, I finally figured out all my images for this show and the sizes of canvas I need to get. I have primed seven of the surfaces I already had kicking around, so now it's time for a dog walk to Mixed Media, to inquire about ordering.
After that, I have a flask and a wallet to get in the mail and almost a dozen custom flasks to finish up.
On top of that, Timeraiser is tonight at the McMaster Innovation Park. It runs 7-10pm and there is some very nice work for auction, so you should all come out and bid. At the kickoff party a few weeks ago I spoke with a couple of last year's participants and they all got to volunteer at some pretty cool places - the Sound of Music Festival, Russ Ohrt's Backyard Harvest, Shalom Village. All kinds of stuff. Come on out.
Is it coming from my heart or my head?
Ohhhhhh, there is so much to do. I need to make myself a calendar and list a strict schedule. Events. Obligations. Things that must be done each day. I generally do this every week anyway, but I always leave a little wiggle room.
There is no wiggle room in May! It's sunny and I'm spazzy and I just drank way more coffee than the detox program says is acceptable - a guideline I was sticking to until today. My arms have that metallic feeling you get in your mouth when you eat way too much of something too sweet in one spoonful. Know what I mean? No? You need to eat more sweets.
Anyway, I finally figured out all my images for this show and the sizes of canvas I need to get. I have primed seven of the surfaces I already had kicking around, so now it's time for a dog walk to Mixed Media, to inquire about ordering.
After that, I have a flask and a wallet to get in the mail and almost a dozen custom flasks to finish up.
On top of that, Timeraiser is tonight at the McMaster Innovation Park. It runs 7-10pm and there is some very nice work for auction, so you should all come out and bid. At the kickoff party a few weeks ago I spoke with a couple of last year's participants and they all got to volunteer at some pretty cool places - the Sound of Music Festival, Russ Ohrt's Backyard Harvest, Shalom Village. All kinds of stuff. Come on out.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Feeling Brown
I feel like a boiling teakettle.
June's Casbah show?
The Brown Album. Twelve paintings, each one named for and featuring my visual interpretation of a single song from The Band's second (and best) 1969 release.
I'm going to buy canvas tomorrow. In the meantime, I could explode at any moment. Excited!
June's Casbah show?
The Brown Album. Twelve paintings, each one named for and featuring my visual interpretation of a single song from The Band's second (and best) 1969 release.
I'm going to buy canvas tomorrow. In the meantime, I could explode at any moment. Excited!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Tuesday = Boo-sday
I botched the only thing I worked on today, so nothing to report here.
Tonight I'm going to the Casbah to check out wall space and tomorrow I'm going to buy enough canvas to fill it. Huzzah!
Tonight I'm going to the Casbah to check out wall space and tomorrow I'm going to buy enough canvas to fill it. Huzzah!
Monday, April 19, 2010
Working for the Weekend
Even though I spent the weekend almost exclusively riding my bike and watching episodes of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia (come on, everyone deserves a sloth-style weekend once in a while), I managed to accomplish a handful of real-world goals.
This June I'm going to have a slew of new paintings on display at Hamilton's Casbah Lounge. Thanks to Brodie for having me!
Also, I'm very excited to be working on a piece for the fall issue of Tidings Magazine - a gourmet food and wine mag full of fantastic wine reviews, local features and (my favourite) food and wine-related travel pieces.
It's the summer of George!
This June I'm going to have a slew of new paintings on display at Hamilton's Casbah Lounge. Thanks to Brodie for having me!
Also, I'm very excited to be working on a piece for the fall issue of Tidings Magazine - a gourmet food and wine mag full of fantastic wine reviews, local features and (my favourite) food and wine-related travel pieces.
It's the summer of George!
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
The National
Hey friends! Shoot From the Hip is almost coast to coast. I just have to conquer the east!
In a couple weeks, you'll be able to pick up jewellery and accessories at Propelller Clothing in B.C.'s Okanagan Valley!
I'll let you know when the goods are in and good to go.
In a couple weeks, you'll be able to pick up jewellery and accessories at Propelller Clothing in B.C.'s Okanagan Valley!
I'll let you know when the goods are in and good to go.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Big Business
All right, so I didn't wake up Monday morning intending to maybe kind-of-sort-of start another business-ish venture. But it happened.
Some back story...
I've been wearing second-hand stuff for as long as I've been around. It happens when you have boatloads of older siblings and cousins and it happens extra hard when you were a teenager in the 90s.
Point is I've known a lot of really amazing vintage clothing in my day. And I've had to say goodbye to my fair share of pieces as well - pieces that I:
- Loved, but no longer wore.
- Never wore though I thought I would.
- Bought despite the dress being 10 sizes too big or small because I thought I would learn to sew.
- Bought despite the pants being 10 sizes too big or small because I thought I would take them to a tailor.
- Bought despite the shirt being 10 sizes too big or small because I couldn't handle the thought of walking away from such a sweet score even if I would never be able to use it for anything other than a tent.
And as much as it gladdens (If "sadden" can be a word I don't see why "gladden" can't) me to imagine that someone will snag my own former finds at Value Village, or Goodwill, or Sally Ann, and thrill to such a sweet kill in the second-hand clothing hunt, it's hard to say goodbye. How does one say goodbye? Forever? To things one has had longer than some friends?
Goodbye dear outfits! It's not that I don't love you anymore. It's just that, for whatever reason, I feel we've run our course. I can't explain it. Don't let me cheapen things with words. Let me just say thank you for the good times. To you, tight bellbottoms, for that St. Patrick's Day when the paremedic hit on me. To you, repurposed skirt, for covering my rear as I trekked across Europe. To you, legions of baseball T's, for being sporty and sexy through thick and thin. To you, printed polyester buttondowns, for making me feel that much closer to Siamese Dream-era Billy Corgan. And to you tie-dyed sundress...I...I think I'll miss you most of all.
I wish I could be there with you when you go for good, to ensure that the thrifter who finds you loves you as well as I did. I wish I could adopt you out like a Cabbage Patch doll, with papers and promises and certificates, but alas! This is not the way of things and we must be brave...
Or must we?
Rare Bird Vintage. Strut my stuff.
Some back story...
I've been wearing second-hand stuff for as long as I've been around. It happens when you have boatloads of older siblings and cousins and it happens extra hard when you were a teenager in the 90s.
Point is I've known a lot of really amazing vintage clothing in my day. And I've had to say goodbye to my fair share of pieces as well - pieces that I:
- Loved, but no longer wore.
- Never wore though I thought I would.
- Bought despite the dress being 10 sizes too big or small because I thought I would learn to sew.
- Bought despite the pants being 10 sizes too big or small because I thought I would take them to a tailor.
- Bought despite the shirt being 10 sizes too big or small because I couldn't handle the thought of walking away from such a sweet score even if I would never be able to use it for anything other than a tent.
And as much as it gladdens (If "sadden" can be a word I don't see why "gladden" can't) me to imagine that someone will snag my own former finds at Value Village, or Goodwill, or Sally Ann, and thrill to such a sweet kill in the second-hand clothing hunt, it's hard to say goodbye. How does one say goodbye? Forever? To things one has had longer than some friends?
Goodbye dear outfits! It's not that I don't love you anymore. It's just that, for whatever reason, I feel we've run our course. I can't explain it. Don't let me cheapen things with words. Let me just say thank you for the good times. To you, tight bellbottoms, for that St. Patrick's Day when the paremedic hit on me. To you, repurposed skirt, for covering my rear as I trekked across Europe. To you, legions of baseball T's, for being sporty and sexy through thick and thin. To you, printed polyester buttondowns, for making me feel that much closer to Siamese Dream-era Billy Corgan. And to you tie-dyed sundress...I...I think I'll miss you most of all.
I wish I could be there with you when you go for good, to ensure that the thrifter who finds you loves you as well as I did. I wish I could adopt you out like a Cabbage Patch doll, with papers and promises and certificates, but alas! This is not the way of things and we must be brave...
Or must we?
Rare Bird Vintage. Strut my stuff.
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