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Martha Stewart I Am Not
Do you know how much I love Halloween?
I really do. I think it is such a fun holiday. This year, for the first time, my mom has my nephew and she and I are taking him trick-or-treating. Therefore, we needed a costume.
When my siblings and I were growing up, my mom made us costumes. To me, that became part of the fun of Halloween. You figure out what you want to be and then you figure out how to make that. Most years mom helped/did most of the work, but as I got older (say jr high and high school) I would make my own costumes.
This has become tradition to me and I think it is appalling that people just buy costumes. And they are junk! They are so cheaply made it is a wonder they last the whole night--much less year after year. (My mother made matching clown costumes for Nick and I when we were tiny and then the next year I think Zack and I wore them and then I am pretty sure Zack and Emily wore them. They lasted several years and four kids!) But, this is me and evidently it is not for everyone.
When we knew we had Simon, my mom and I went shopping. She wanted to buy him a costume and it took me only a few minutes to talk her out of it. After seeing the crap that passes for costumes these days (for $35 a pop and more!) she was more than willing to tackle the build-a-costume project of days gone by. Mind you, it has been years and YEARS since she last made a costume.
Simon finally decided (and by decided I mean he said it once and we took it as a decision) that he wanted to be a bee. Mom and I went around and purchased all the items needed to make the costume. We had a plan of how we would do it, but somehow things didn't go as planned. It ended up being that I, the fabulous auntie extraordinaire, made the entire costume. My mom kept offering her help, but I was sure I had it under control.
Let's just be clear: check the title of the blog.
Martha Stewart, I am not. This means I have never been convicted of a white collar crime, nor do I have the skills and ability to sew a bee costume by hand.
Lucky for me, I am smart and I am creative, I managed to figure it out. My mother was smart enough to buy materials that are flexible enough to be beaten on and used in a variety of ways and I was able to pull it altogether. And it only took me about 6.5 hours.
Yeesh.
Honestly, the hardest part was making the wings, but once I had one wing done, the second was considerably easier. Then there were the problems. Busted thread, pulling the antennae off the hat AFTER it was finished and then having to figure out how to reattach it, glue that wouldn't hold, gluing the wrong side of the wing so it was backwards, et cetera.
Still, after all that time and all those tribulations, I had an absolute blast. I loved making this little costume that he will wear for Halloween. I am so excited to get him inside of it and take pictures of him. So excited was I that after all was said and done, I dug out and old oversized doll from childhood and dressed Jasper up in Simon's costume. Now I know what the whole thing looks like all put together.
Jasper looks pretty cute, but I am betting Simon wins, hands-down. Plus, the costume will actually FIT Simon.
So stay tuned for the official Halloween pictures and make certain that all the comments are about how cute the COSTUME is...not the wearer.
(Ok, I'm kidding--my nephew is adorable, all comments welcome).
And look out Martha, a bit more practice and I'll be taking over! (Hopefully not the prison part, but the multi-millionaire part...be happy to!)
Happy All Hallows Eve Eve!
I really do. I think it is such a fun holiday. This year, for the first time, my mom has my nephew and she and I are taking him trick-or-treating. Therefore, we needed a costume.
When my siblings and I were growing up, my mom made us costumes. To me, that became part of the fun of Halloween. You figure out what you want to be and then you figure out how to make that. Most years mom helped/did most of the work, but as I got older (say jr high and high school) I would make my own costumes.
This has become tradition to me and I think it is appalling that people just buy costumes. And they are junk! They are so cheaply made it is a wonder they last the whole night--much less year after year. (My mother made matching clown costumes for Nick and I when we were tiny and then the next year I think Zack and I wore them and then I am pretty sure Zack and Emily wore them. They lasted several years and four kids!) But, this is me and evidently it is not for everyone.
When we knew we had Simon, my mom and I went shopping. She wanted to buy him a costume and it took me only a few minutes to talk her out of it. After seeing the crap that passes for costumes these days (for $35 a pop and more!) she was more than willing to tackle the build-a-costume project of days gone by. Mind you, it has been years and YEARS since she last made a costume.
Simon finally decided (and by decided I mean he said it once and we took it as a decision) that he wanted to be a bee. Mom and I went around and purchased all the items needed to make the costume. We had a plan of how we would do it, but somehow things didn't go as planned. It ended up being that I, the fabulous auntie extraordinaire, made the entire costume. My mom kept offering her help, but I was sure I had it under control.
Let's just be clear: check the title of the blog.
Martha Stewart, I am not. This means I have never been convicted of a white collar crime, nor do I have the skills and ability to sew a bee costume by hand.
Lucky for me, I am smart and I am creative, I managed to figure it out. My mother was smart enough to buy materials that are flexible enough to be beaten on and used in a variety of ways and I was able to pull it altogether. And it only took me about 6.5 hours.
Yeesh.
Honestly, the hardest part was making the wings, but once I had one wing done, the second was considerably easier. Then there were the problems. Busted thread, pulling the antennae off the hat AFTER it was finished and then having to figure out how to reattach it, glue that wouldn't hold, gluing the wrong side of the wing so it was backwards, et cetera.
Still, after all that time and all those tribulations, I had an absolute blast. I loved making this little costume that he will wear for Halloween. I am so excited to get him inside of it and take pictures of him. So excited was I that after all was said and done, I dug out and old oversized doll from childhood and dressed Jasper up in Simon's costume. Now I know what the whole thing looks like all put together.
Jasper looks pretty cute, but I am betting Simon wins, hands-down. Plus, the costume will actually FIT Simon.
So stay tuned for the official Halloween pictures and make certain that all the comments are about how cute the COSTUME is...not the wearer.
(Ok, I'm kidding--my nephew is adorable, all comments welcome).
And look out Martha, a bit more practice and I'll be taking over! (Hopefully not the prison part, but the multi-millionaire part...be happy to!)
Happy All Hallows Eve Eve!
artist v artisan
the thing that distinguishes the two have been on my mind a lot. and it don't think the distinguishing factor is an easy one to pinpoint. clearly there are some mediums which make the distinction easier: oil paint, water color, bronze- in these cases we have good art and bad art. Even photography ranges from the home snap shot to the scenic tourist panorama to the REAL art of a Stieglitz or Mapplethorpe.
But when dealing with materials that fall into the craft/artisan realm it gets very tricky: clay, wood, fiber, glass, precious metals. So these are the materials and artists/artisans I am thinking about.
For example I have a friend who makes exquisite stuff with clay. porcelain, amazing glazes, all functional and when you look at her work you say "Oh I bet Celeste made that!" and Celeste is an impeccable artisan and maybe she would even be offended that I don't call her an artist.
Because, for me, the artist working in clay takes that material just a few steps further and enters the realm of ART. It's someone like Maria Simon who takes clay and makes it into a bas relief that tricks you into thinking she has spent months honing and carving wood. Or the late and beloved Bernie Marek from Boulder whose work ranged from the sublimely functional wedding bowls (I own one) to the Bosch like peeled globes writhing with small human figures beneath the surface.
Or the amazing perfectionist quilter who have a fabulous eye for color and design but it's still a quilt to the black women who improvise with color and shape and turn their quilts into jazz ensembles more like the ashcan painters than anything you have seen sewn at home.
Beads are really popular and there are wonderful artisans who make amazing jewelry and to me it remains with the realm of fine artisan ship vs Liza Lou who makes entire rooms out of peyote stitch so that even the eggs on her kitchen tables are all done in beads.
Glass- wildly popular and many fine workers are making bowls and plaques and lamp shades and then along come Dale Chihuly and throws all the concepts of what glass can do to the winds and brings you into another world- surrounded by the ephemeral sheen of liquid sand.
As a fiber artist this distinction lays on my mind as I was in show recently where two other women were working in silk and fabric. One painting exquisitely on silk. almost art but they were scarves dyed with a painting of an orchid. if she had tweaked it more and worked it more her she would have made the leap into art. Or a woman who is an amazing stitcher making fabric vessels which i guess sit a top a table or a mantel and are wonderful 'garniture" ( a friend coined that name for the wonderful things that garnish our houses ans furniture like finials and tassels and even mantel adornment) and her work was incredibly made and she even had her "artistic statement" but she wasn't taking the medium of cotton /wool.silk much further than anyone else takes it and what emotional or felling did her work evoke? what story or whimsy or prophecy , controversy or affect did her work transfer to the viewer? if she had done any of those things she would have lept into art.
Another example in the show I was honored to join was two women working with clay. One made quite competent vessel. cups bowls dishes- normal glazes and lots of brown and she sold a lot of stuff and then across the room from her is Willa Schneberg an amazing clay artist who has broken the boundaries of artisan and was making art: fantastic biological pieces, twisted delicate gilt pieces that were inspired by wire wisps. and miniature temples - the buddist stuppa.... ok some might call this woman an artisan - but to me her work screamed A-R-T.
so where do I fit? Okay I will say it out loud I am an artist working in wool and felt. My pieces are intended to make you smile with their silliness, cringe with their raw anger, wonder about sexuality and mostly move you in some way. Now there are people who may not LIKE my art - like people didn;t like the action painters or (heaven forbid) the color field wonders. but clearly the purpose of my pieces are not to decorate- show my perfect skill- which is absent- but to make you think, pull you in deeper or maybe even repel you because one looks like a jeweled menstrual pad. But it does something. It's not garniture. it's not crafty flower pins. I know because I do craft and artisan work too. My weaving is artisan, my painted scarves, my tallitot, felt jewlery. I know where they fall. even my photography, some of it quite nice doesn't transcend the medium- but when small pieces of hand dyed wool and silk get formed into an abstraction that takes you somewhere else. then I am making art. get it?
And don't get me wrong I have enormous respect for the impeccable skill of a jewelry maker, glass worker, stitcher or clay worker. And I adore craft. I own it in abundance. But it's not the skill that differentiates or the even the intention always, but art transforms. plain and simple. Some movies are a joy to watch : you laugh and cry and three months later hardly recall anything that passed your mind in the two hours you watched and then there are the films that change your view forever or enter your psyche and expand you experience permanently. and that's art.
So let me take you to some the amazing detailed painting I saw last Sunday - great technique and very very pretty flowers or pomegranates and compare them to the simple primitive watermelon painted my the late Mose Tolliver. and ask you... Is the finer painter the real artist or does Mose- with all his heart in that little fruit painted on recyled wood change you more.?. I vote for Mr. T.
the thing that distinguishes the two have been on my mind a lot. and it don't think the distinguishing factor is an easy one to pinpoint. clearly there are some mediums which make the distinction easier: oil paint, water color, bronze- in these cases we have good art and bad art. Even photography ranges from the home snap shot to the scenic tourist panorama to the REAL art of a Stieglitz or Mapplethorpe.
But when dealing with materials that fall into the craft/artisan realm it gets very tricky: clay, wood, fiber, glass, precious metals. So these are the materials and artists/artisans I am thinking about.
For example I have a friend who makes exquisite stuff with clay. porcelain, amazing glazes, all functional and when you look at her work you say "Oh I bet Celeste made that!" and Celeste is an impeccable artisan and maybe she would even be offended that I don't call her an artist.
Because, for me, the artist working in clay takes that material just a few steps further and enters the realm of ART. It's someone like Maria Simon who takes clay and makes it into a bas relief that tricks you into thinking she has spent months honing and carving wood. Or the late and beloved Bernie Marek from Boulder whose work ranged from the sublimely functional wedding bowls (I own one) to the Bosch like peeled globes writhing with small human figures beneath the surface.
Or the amazing perfectionist quilter who have a fabulous eye for color and design but it's still a quilt to the black women who improvise with color and shape and turn their quilts into jazz ensembles more like the ashcan painters than anything you have seen sewn at home.
Beads are really popular and there are wonderful artisans who make amazing jewelry and to me it remains with the realm of fine artisan ship vs Liza Lou who makes entire rooms out of peyote stitch so that even the eggs on her kitchen tables are all done in beads.
Glass- wildly popular and many fine workers are making bowls and plaques and lamp shades and then along come Dale Chihuly and throws all the concepts of what glass can do to the winds and brings you into another world- surrounded by the ephemeral sheen of liquid sand.
As a fiber artist this distinction lays on my mind as I was in show recently where two other women were working in silk and fabric. One painting exquisitely on silk. almost art but they were scarves dyed with a painting of an orchid. if she had tweaked it more and worked it more her she would have made the leap into art. Or a woman who is an amazing stitcher making fabric vessels which i guess sit a top a table or a mantel and are wonderful 'garniture" ( a friend coined that name for the wonderful things that garnish our houses ans furniture like finials and tassels and even mantel adornment) and her work was incredibly made and she even had her "artistic statement" but she wasn't taking the medium of cotton /wool.silk much further than anyone else takes it and what emotional or felling did her work evoke? what story or whimsy or prophecy , controversy or affect did her work transfer to the viewer? if she had done any of those things she would have lept into art.
Another example in the show I was honored to join was two women working with clay. One made quite competent vessel. cups bowls dishes- normal glazes and lots of brown and she sold a lot of stuff and then across the room from her is Willa Schneberg an amazing clay artist who has broken the boundaries of artisan and was making art: fantastic biological pieces, twisted delicate gilt pieces that were inspired by wire wisps. and miniature temples - the buddist stuppa.... ok some might call this woman an artisan - but to me her work screamed A-R-T.
so where do I fit? Okay I will say it out loud I am an artist working in wool and felt. My pieces are intended to make you smile with their silliness, cringe with their raw anger, wonder about sexuality and mostly move you in some way. Now there are people who may not LIKE my art - like people didn;t like the action painters or (heaven forbid) the color field wonders. but clearly the purpose of my pieces are not to decorate- show my perfect skill- which is absent- but to make you think, pull you in deeper or maybe even repel you because one looks like a jeweled menstrual pad. But it does something. It's not garniture. it's not crafty flower pins. I know because I do craft and artisan work too. My weaving is artisan, my painted scarves, my tallitot, felt jewlery. I know where they fall. even my photography, some of it quite nice doesn't transcend the medium- but when small pieces of hand dyed wool and silk get formed into an abstraction that takes you somewhere else. then I am making art. get it?
And don't get me wrong I have enormous respect for the impeccable skill of a jewelry maker, glass worker, stitcher or clay worker. And I adore craft. I own it in abundance. But it's not the skill that differentiates or the even the intention always, but art transforms. plain and simple. Some movies are a joy to watch : you laugh and cry and three months later hardly recall anything that passed your mind in the two hours you watched and then there are the films that change your view forever or enter your psyche and expand you experience permanently. and that's art.
So let me take you to some the amazing detailed painting I saw last Sunday - great technique and very very pretty flowers or pomegranates and compare them to the simple primitive watermelon painted my the late Mose Tolliver. and ask you... Is the finer painter the real artist or does Mose- with all his heart in that little fruit painted on recyled wood change you more.?. I vote for Mr. T.
oh you're all wet again
a photographic tutorial on felting with hot water and soap
the facebook album is open to anyone
and the completed piece from the cloth made
I call it American Pastoral
part of my nine book series.
the facebook album is open to anyone
and the completed piece from the cloth made
I call it American Pastoral
part of my nine book series.
Today and Tomorrow
Kitsune no Tora
Drinking: Mountain Dew
Eating: Pizza
Doing: listening to the radio online, trying to write Duplicity ch. 5
Thinking about: classes next year, tomorrow
Wants: To cuddle her kitteh (he won't stay with me ;_;) and Rune Factory to come in the mail <3
Kitsune no Tora is feeling: neutral
A strange thing happened last weekend. The service engine light on my car went off. O.o I guess whatever was wrong isn't wrong anymore? I don't know. XD I got my oil changed on Tuesday, but the light went off before that... Weird.
This morning I had a rather annoyingly early awakening. My mom came into my room at about 7:50 to wake me up. Mind you, I went to bed at about 3:50 am. =.= That was SUPER ANNOYING. But, she did have a reason - she was sick, like throwing-up sick. She was supposed to fill in for one of her friends taking care of an old lady - she had to drive the lady around to do errands and go to her water aerobics class. After she woke me up and I jumped in the shower - I was supposed to be there at 9:00 - she called the lady (her name is Mary Lou). She re-arranged it so that I only had to take her to her water aerobics class at 11:00. WELL MOTHER. I WOULD HAVE APPRECIATED IT IF YOU HAD CALLED HER BEFORE YOU WOKE ME UP. I WOULD HAVE APPRECIATED THE EXTRA TWO HOURS I COULD HAVE SLEPT. ;_; 4 hours is not enouuuuuugh....
So at about 10:30 I headed out. Mary Lou lives in an apartment complex not all that far from my old high school. I didn't have any problems finding it or anything, even her apartment specifically.
I rang the buzzer for her room, and I expected it to buzz right back so I could open the door. It didn't. ^^; I stood there for about 3 minutes, rang it again, and then nearly JUMPED OUT OF MY SKIN from the buzzer. XD;; It was a lot louder than I expected! I was so surprised I didn't get to open the door, and she had to come down the hallway to let me in. ^^;;
I waited around for her to get her things in order for about 5 minutes, and then we headed out the door. There was this big pile of red woodchips - for gardening - in the parking lot, and I had parked about a space away from it. For some reason, Mary Lou had the strong need to grab big handfuls of it and spread it all over the grass, and along the side of the building. I pretty much just stood there and stared at her incredulously, because she was demolishing the pile and putting it where it WASN'T. SUPPOSED. TO GO. XD;; Wtf old lady. She finally seemed to be satisfied, and we got in the car. (By this time it was about 7 minutes until her class. ^^; It was lucky the community center wasn't all that far away, with all the time she wasted in her apartment and on the woodchip pile.)
She talked to me a little on the way, mostly about school. She was kind, at least. XD
I dropped her off at the center where her class was, and she asked me to get her some milk while she was in class. So I sat in my car and tried to do some fleshing out/more planning on later parts of Duplicity while listening to some classical on the radio (there was NOTHING on any other station, lol), and about half to noon I went out to the grocery store to get her milk. I had forgotten to ask her if she wanted a gallon or a half gallon, but I figured she probably lived in that apartment by herself, so she wouldn't need a whole gallon of milk. XD I went to the drugstore next, my mom wanted me to get her some Pepto Bismol for her stomachache. I got some candy (A Fun Dip [I've wanted one of those for like FOREVER, and hardly anyone carries them anymore] and a mixed bag of Lemon Heads) and a Mountain Dew for myself - I was really tired and needed a quick pick-me-up.
I went back to the center, but it took me a lot less time to get my groceries than I had expected, so I sat in the car for about 20 minutes before her class ended. ^^; There was finally something on the radio, so I sat there and sang to whatever I knew. XD She finally got out, so I took her home.
I decided to take a different route than the way we came, because there was construction that was causing a bottleneck, and it would have just been BAD at lunchtime. She got confused, when I turned to get toward her street she thought I was going in the opposite direction. ^^;
All in all, it wasn't so bad, except the not getting much sleep part.
Tomorrow is going to SUCK, though. My aunt caught a cold - she wasn't around yesterday when we went to our grandma's for dinner like we do every Wednesday. She has a show tomorrow, and she can't get out of it at this point. She can't go if she's sick - she'll never get better and she'll just spread it around - so she asked me if I could assist my grandmother in running her booth for the day. I couldn't really refuse - she's in a pinch, and she's done so much for me.
My grandma is going to pick me up at 7 am. 7. AM. UGHHHHH. There's no way I can wake up, take a shower, and be ready to go by 7... well, I COULD do it, but it would SUCK. A LOT. And that's not even the worst part. It's an outdoor show, it's going to be like, 87 degrees and partially sunny, and I'm going to be there until 8 pm. 13 HOURS. ;____;
I'm not looking forward to it.
Night, digital abyss~
Drinking: Mountain Dew
Eating: Pizza
Doing: listening to the radio online, trying to write Duplicity ch. 5
Thinking about: classes next year, tomorrow
Wants: To cuddle her kitteh (he won't stay with me ;_;) and Rune Factory to come in the mail <3
Kitsune no Tora is feeling: neutral
A strange thing happened last weekend. The service engine light on my car went off. O.o I guess whatever was wrong isn't wrong anymore? I don't know. XD I got my oil changed on Tuesday, but the light went off before that... Weird.
This morning I had a rather annoyingly early awakening. My mom came into my room at about 7:50 to wake me up. Mind you, I went to bed at about 3:50 am. =.= That was SUPER ANNOYING. But, she did have a reason - she was sick, like throwing-up sick. She was supposed to fill in for one of her friends taking care of an old lady - she had to drive the lady around to do errands and go to her water aerobics class. After she woke me up and I jumped in the shower - I was supposed to be there at 9:00 - she called the lady (her name is Mary Lou). She re-arranged it so that I only had to take her to her water aerobics class at 11:00. WELL MOTHER. I WOULD HAVE APPRECIATED IT IF YOU HAD CALLED HER BEFORE YOU WOKE ME UP. I WOULD HAVE APPRECIATED THE EXTRA TWO HOURS I COULD HAVE SLEPT. ;_; 4 hours is not enouuuuuugh....
So at about 10:30 I headed out. Mary Lou lives in an apartment complex not all that far from my old high school. I didn't have any problems finding it or anything, even her apartment specifically.
I rang the buzzer for her room, and I expected it to buzz right back so I could open the door. It didn't. ^^; I stood there for about 3 minutes, rang it again, and then nearly JUMPED OUT OF MY SKIN from the buzzer. XD;; It was a lot louder than I expected! I was so surprised I didn't get to open the door, and she had to come down the hallway to let me in. ^^;;
I waited around for her to get her things in order for about 5 minutes, and then we headed out the door. There was this big pile of red woodchips - for gardening - in the parking lot, and I had parked about a space away from it. For some reason, Mary Lou had the strong need to grab big handfuls of it and spread it all over the grass, and along the side of the building. I pretty much just stood there and stared at her incredulously, because she was demolishing the pile and putting it where it WASN'T. SUPPOSED. TO GO. XD;; Wtf old lady. She finally seemed to be satisfied, and we got in the car. (By this time it was about 7 minutes until her class. ^^; It was lucky the community center wasn't all that far away, with all the time she wasted in her apartment and on the woodchip pile.)
She talked to me a little on the way, mostly about school. She was kind, at least. XD
I dropped her off at the center where her class was, and she asked me to get her some milk while she was in class. So I sat in my car and tried to do some fleshing out/more planning on later parts of Duplicity while listening to some classical on the radio (there was NOTHING on any other station, lol), and about half to noon I went out to the grocery store to get her milk. I had forgotten to ask her if she wanted a gallon or a half gallon, but I figured she probably lived in that apartment by herself, so she wouldn't need a whole gallon of milk. XD I went to the drugstore next, my mom wanted me to get her some Pepto Bismol for her stomachache. I got some candy (A Fun Dip [I've wanted one of those for like FOREVER, and hardly anyone carries them anymore] and a mixed bag of Lemon Heads) and a Mountain Dew for myself - I was really tired and needed a quick pick-me-up.
I went back to the center, but it took me a lot less time to get my groceries than I had expected, so I sat in the car for about 20 minutes before her class ended. ^^; There was finally something on the radio, so I sat there and sang to whatever I knew. XD She finally got out, so I took her home.
I decided to take a different route than the way we came, because there was construction that was causing a bottleneck, and it would have just been BAD at lunchtime. She got confused, when I turned to get toward her street she thought I was going in the opposite direction. ^^;
All in all, it wasn't so bad, except the not getting much sleep part.
Tomorrow is going to SUCK, though. My aunt caught a cold - she wasn't around yesterday when we went to our grandma's for dinner like we do every Wednesday. She has a show tomorrow, and she can't get out of it at this point. She can't go if she's sick - she'll never get better and she'll just spread it around - so she asked me if I could assist my grandmother in running her booth for the day. I couldn't really refuse - she's in a pinch, and she's done so much for me.
My grandma is going to pick me up at 7 am. 7. AM. UGHHHHH. There's no way I can wake up, take a shower, and be ready to go by 7... well, I COULD do it, but it would SUCK. A LOT. And that's not even the worst part. It's an outdoor show, it's going to be like, 87 degrees and partially sunny, and I'm going to be there until 8 pm. 13 HOURS. ;____;
I'm not looking forward to it.
Night, digital abyss~
needle woes
when I want to felt large slabs of wool I either turn to the wet felting method- which is messy fun and produces gossamer soft sheets of felt - or I use my babylock machine.
the problem is with the machine the slightest torque bends or snaps a needle and it often the case that as I get tired I take short cuts or speed up and bippo a needle breaks. To buy replacement needles from Babylock means you are paying maybe $3 per needle and it hurts financially to hear that ping/snap/bleep. So last year I discovered a woman who cut the handle off traditional hand felting needles and sold themas machine IN BULK for amazingly reasonable prices. two weeks ago I order a bunch of new needles and I just got a refund as she is no longer selling them. I am heart broken. ok a slight exaggeration but still it's a bummer because I go through needles the way one goes through pistachios. okay another exaggeration. so it's more wet felting for me which is a great summer activity outdoors if it is not 105. yes. I will think about that tomorrow. tomorrow is another day.
the problem is with the machine the slightest torque bends or snaps a needle and it often the case that as I get tired I take short cuts or speed up and bippo a needle breaks. To buy replacement needles from Babylock means you are paying maybe $3 per needle and it hurts financially to hear that ping/snap/bleep. So last year I discovered a woman who cut the handle off traditional hand felting needles and sold themas machine IN BULK for amazingly reasonable prices. two weeks ago I order a bunch of new needles and I just got a refund as she is no longer selling them. I am heart broken. ok a slight exaggeration but still it's a bummer because I go through needles the way one goes through pistachios. okay another exaggeration. so it's more wet felting for me which is a great summer activity outdoors if it is not 105. yes. I will think about that tomorrow. tomorrow is another day.
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