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Maybe by finally posting about this little project, I’ll get off my butt and work on it.
Back in June, I bought the Decemberists little stitch kit from Sublime Stitching, and in about July I got some great vintage handkerchiefs from an estate sale. It was probably August when the two came together.
Obviously, these three pieces aren’t finished and I couldn’t be bothered to iron them before hand, but you get the idea. I’m nearly done with the bike and I still have to decide the best way to handle the lettering. Most likely satin stitch, but I really really REALLY don’t like to do satin stitch. It looks nice, but mostly it’s torture for me to get straight and even. So I’m scouting out alternative ideas. The combination of the vintage fabric and the modern transfer gave birth to a wide variety of new ideas, which I’ll hopefully be putting up here in the not too distant future. Once I get settled into my new place and can leave my craft supplies laying all over with no one to get on my case about it, I’ll really be churning some stuff out.
I’m a little hesitant to put this one up, as it’s a very much work in progress, but it might be fun to watch it grow.
I was looking at colonial samplers online a few months ago on some museum sites and started to get intrigued by the idea and the construction. I decided that I wanted to make my own sampler, using modern imagery and modern quotes. A sampler about me. So I thought of my favorite quote and my favorite images and started working. I’ve been sketching out some ideas for images to place around the quote, which takes me an embarrassing amount of time since I’m no artist, so thus far this is all I have, just the center quote. I’m not an inspiring quote kind of girl, I don’t memorize portions of books or movies. Most songs I can’t sing unless it’s playing along with me (that also helps to mask the off key atonal shrieking aspect to my singing voice, too). So when I thought about it, for about five minutes, this sentence from the beginning of Satori in Paris is one of the few lines I’ve read that really punched me in the gut. And here it is, embroidered. Wouldn’t Mr. Kerouac be proud? Probably not.
