I do have a finished product to show, but it's after five and (thanks to winter) dark out now so I don't have a photo. I could just take one indoors, but I am done with godforesaken flashes starting now.
Check back tomorrow for a couple new things in the way of leather goods!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Can't Talk - Writing
36, 000 words. My math skills say that's 2, 000 words a day for the next seven days.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Busy Busy Busy
Holy cats I don't have time for anything today! Thank goodness I have a week of vacation to catch up.
Before I take off to do a hundred and one things this afternoon, I am going to post this single snapshot of my latest project - big bad feathers that are on their way to becoming leather cuffs.
I'm hoping to post some finished ones here, and to my Etsy store, this Monday.
Before I take off to do a hundred and one things this afternoon, I am going to post this single snapshot of my latest project - big bad feathers that are on their way to becoming leather cuffs.
I'm hoping to post some finished ones here, and to my Etsy store, this Monday.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Christmas Market Making
Here are a few pieces waiting to be turned into...? Unsure at this point.
I'll be honest - I only actually tooled the red leaves today (as part of a custom order). Everything else was tooled weeks ago. However, I did stain and finish and highlight everything else this very afternoon.
My unnaturally coloured fingertips are testament to that.
I'll be honest - I only actually tooled the red leaves today (as part of a custom order). Everything else was tooled weeks ago. However, I did stain and finish and highlight everything else this very afternoon.
My unnaturally coloured fingertips are testament to that.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
I'm Just Afraid of Change...
Every so often, I think I would like a nice clean look to this page and I test ride a white background. Alack and alas - brown, yellow and orange are a triple threat I cannot resist.
Though Blogger has no ochre (my favourite shade of yellow), it does offer a shade of blue that matches my typewriter perfectly.
Behold! The new banner and another change of page colour.
Though Blogger has no ochre (my favourite shade of yellow), it does offer a shade of blue that matches my typewriter perfectly.
Behold! The new banner and another change of page colour.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Bourbon Decay
A few months ago, the very day I was working on a bunch of new flask designs (barley for scotch, corn for bourbon, cactus for tequila), I heard that BC's Carolyn Mark was playing Hamilton's Casbah Lounge.
Because I have loved her for years, and because I was stitching up a corn flask the moment I found out about the show, and because I suspect she truly is a fan of bourbon (and it's not just a catchy song lyric), I thought, hmmmmm, maybe I'll take this flask and give it to her...
...but I was too shy and worried that she wouldn't like it, so I left for the show with a flaskless hip pocket.
Deja vu when, about a month ago, she breezed back into town and I didn't hear about it until the day of the show. Hmmmmm, I thought to myself. Maybe I'll take this flask and give it to her...
Again, I dismissed the thought (the stitching on the only flask I had on hand was very wonky and not at all a good example of my flaskmanship) in favour of a glass of wine.
What do you know though? By the time I walked out the door, that wine had convinced me to slip a flask in my back pocket, just in case.
It turned out to be a smart move. After her excellent set, when I approached her and nervously, nerdily, gave her the flask, she told me she collects "corn things" (please let it have been "corn" and not "corny"). Would you believe it?
Despite her gratitude (she gave me a CD and the Terrible Hostess cookbook I had meant to buy), I still worried about her turning that flask over and seeing my sub-par stitch job. However, it turns out that no one is as picky as I am (or as harsh to me as I am in my own head) because I noticed her pouring a few shots worth of booze into it before she left the bar.
Because I have loved her for years, and because I was stitching up a corn flask the moment I found out about the show, and because I suspect she truly is a fan of bourbon (and it's not just a catchy song lyric), I thought, hmmmmm, maybe I'll take this flask and give it to her...
...but I was too shy and worried that she wouldn't like it, so I left for the show with a flaskless hip pocket.
Deja vu when, about a month ago, she breezed back into town and I didn't hear about it until the day of the show. Hmmmmm, I thought to myself. Maybe I'll take this flask and give it to her...
Again, I dismissed the thought (the stitching on the only flask I had on hand was very wonky and not at all a good example of my flaskmanship) in favour of a glass of wine.
What do you know though? By the time I walked out the door, that wine had convinced me to slip a flask in my back pocket, just in case.
It turned out to be a smart move. After her excellent set, when I approached her and nervously, nerdily, gave her the flask, she told me she collects "corn things" (please let it have been "corn" and not "corny"). Would you believe it?
Despite her gratitude (she gave me a CD and the Terrible Hostess cookbook I had meant to buy), I still worried about her turning that flask over and seeing my sub-par stitch job. However, it turns out that no one is as picky as I am (or as harsh to me as I am in my own head) because I noticed her pouring a few shots worth of booze into it before she left the bar.
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