I don't really want to show y'all this. It's not finished, and, in fact, is SO FAR from being finished that whenever I think about it, I need to go lie down. You know how when you start something, maybe you don't think it all the way through? You get this idea and think, "Oh, how totally cool is THAT going to be?!" and you get all excited and jump in, and maybe the project takes on a life of its own. You're doing one part, and you're almost finished with that and you look at it and think, "Well, that's pretty cool, but wouldn't it be REALLY cool if you did that? Or that? Oh, wow!" And before you've thought about how much time it's going to take, there you are, committed to doing hours and hours and HOURS of work that you didn't originally plan.
That's where I am. People have seen this and asked, so nicely, if I'm going to be selling these. And I throw back my head and cackle maniacally. They actually step away from me in alarm. I appear crazed. Beware! If I were going to sell these, people would have to get a second mortgage to buy them. That's how much I can't imagine making these for anything but love. Or, rather, sheer stubbornness and possible lunacy.
The deal is that I have nicely laundered and bundled up t-shirts to do another half dozen of these, and the very idea of that--THE VERY IDEA--makes my head hurt.
I have been stitching on this baby far, far too long, and there's no end in sight.
Here's what it looked like last time I showed you:
Since then, I have stitched--and remember, please: every bit of stitching is by hand. My hand. What wouldn't I give for some little elf helper to do some of the stitching while I sleep--all the panels and gores in place, and I've begun, this week, on the hem. Now, unlike a normal person who would look at this full skirt and see how much sheer footage of hem there is, I didn't say, "Well, let's just whipstitch that baby all the way around and call it done." Oh, no. Not I. Because I am, apparently, a crazy person. So of course *I* thought, "Ooooh, wouldn't it be cool if I did those little twisty things like on the Yoolies? Just bunches of those, all the way around?"
You have to lay it down and spread it out to see the skirt.
The one little section of the hem I've actually finished so far. Oy.
I love these: if you whip all three edges of a seam that comes to a point,
it will twist on itself like this.
Tedious, but so cool to me.
Sure, they're cool, but they also take more time, more--and tighter--stitches. They require stitch placement, rather than just the rapid whip stitching you can do on the straight-away.
Oh, I can't bear this. I went in to measure so I could tell you approximately how far along on the hem I actually am, and I spread it out and got the yardstick and then just stood there in shock. I'm not even 1/5th of the way. Maybe 1/10th. I couldn't bear to measure. I'm guessing another 20 hours, maybe? AIEEEEEEEEEEE.
The reason this is so hideous is because there's at least one more that I HAVE to do--it will be SOOOOO cool that I can't *not* do it. But thinking of the hours and hours and hours of stitching? It's just daunting. Sure, I love hand stitching. I really do. I'm not happy unless I have some project going on. But I like to *finish* things, you know? I like to work for a couple weeks on something and then have it finished and move on to something new.
Ah, well. It's not hard work. The needle goes through easily. Only one finger is sore, and that's the one I use to catch the needle--you know, to tell where it's coming through on the back--and while I haven't stabbed it, I keep poking it over and over and over. And that's poked spot is right next to the spot where Moe bit me last week and left a big bruise below the skin. Why, you ask, did my baby Moe bite me? Because he thought I was a Post-it™ note. We were playing, and he thought my finger was the bit of paper he was trying to snag. And then, just in the last couple days, he's begun bathing my hands. I don't know what's up with this--Lennie has done it all her life, but he's never done it before. He'll idly lick my wrist, and then he kind of zones out and licks and licks and lickslickslickslicks. Yes, it hurts. But I figure it's a companionable thing and don't want to be rude. We're going to have to re-direct this behavior, though, as I have raw patches on both sides of my wrist. (We had a cat once who would sit in my lap and lick the end of my nose, purring happily, until it would begin to bleed. I was loathe to disturb her, since she obviously thought she was taking care of me. I just went around with a little scab on the tip of my nose.)
Anyway. So that's what's going on here: miles of stitching, along with working on a profile for Art Journaling--you did know that that magazine is now letting me do profiles of journal artists, right? I think I mentioned it. I love this--I don't keep an art journal but LOVE them, and I love the minds of people who do keep them, and getting to talk to some of the people whose work just astounds me--well. It's fabulous. And then tomorrow is Podcast Day. Stampington is also letting me add QR codes to the ends of some of the articles I write for the various magazines--so if I have a podcast with the featured artist, people can scan the code and listen to the artist while they're looking at the photographs. I ❤ technology.I love being able to bring information and experiences to people who are like me and maybe don't live in the middle of some fabulous Art Mecca and so need all the inspiration they can get.
OK. Back to work. Thanks for coming by~~XO