bits and bobbins

how did almost another month slip by without me posting anything?

whoopsie.

oh well!

i’ve been busy…amongst other things, i have mostly rabidly working on what you see above:

-a granny square blanket using scraps from my yarn stash (will probably go on our bed, we shall see), edged with white…

-a garter patch throw blanket, also using yarn from my stash (i have a LOT of scraps, ok? it’s pretty extreme!)…

-and seen in the center, a liberated “log cabin” (very loosely defined!) quilt, a la gwen marston, using all solids.

the patchwork work mostly gets done during the day (to take advantage of the daylight coming into my studio), and the knitting and crocheting fills many of my nights. i may start doing more patchwork stuff at night, as i now have a wonderful set of powerful tracklights in the studio, thanks to a local electrician.

i’ve been checking into the interwebs daily, but mostly, i’m just continuing to take a rest and i’m going through a period where i am mostly observing, rather than doing much contributing. i want to come back, but at the same time, i feel like i still need and want this time to step back, to just be in the background for a while, whilst i figure everything out.

yet another one of my patented, perfected “better late than never” announcements:

my latest looks column interview is out, in the april/may 2010 issue of BUST. should be on newstands now. go get it!

this one’s all about the lovely, creative izzy hayes, who hails from montreal, quebec, canada. check her blog out here! she’s been on wardrobe_remix since almost the beginning (i think?), and was absolutely a dear…we could have talked for hours.

which is the case with pretty much everyone i’ve chatted with so far…such fascinating women, with such imitable style, and a plethora of intelligent, interesting things to say about fashion and so much more. such an honor to do this! i find it incredibly fun.

as always, thanks BUST! and thanks izzy!

after what seems like ages (really, it’s only been about a year!), i finally have a creative space to call my very own.

our new place in greenwich is three glorious but efficient stories, and the third floor, which sits above the master bedroom, is my sewing/art studio. or, atelier. or workspace. or office. whatever it wants to be called or should be called…it’s all mine. it ain’t perfect, but it’s falling into place nicely. kinks shall be worked out over time, me hopes.

the room has INCREDIBLE natural light, due to two giant skylights. during the day it’s just a complete dream to dawdle around in there. at night, not so much. we’re going to hire an electrician to come and wire the room for an overhead light so i can work at night, after p.’s shuffled off to dreamland. i also hope to get a couch or cushy chair up there for lounging, eventually. there’s a tv on top of the card catalog that’s connected to the downstairs TIVO…when i feel like doing handwork or whatnot i can perhaps retire there. pete could also sit there computing in the evenings and keep me company. here’s hoping that seating comes into our lives sooner rather than later. i’m chomping at the bit to really spend quality time there.

admittedly, i do manage to get up there at least once a day, even if it is accompanied by my little friend. she likes to dig through the lower drawers of the card catalog, seen at left, emptying each, and scattering the contents across the carpet with glee. she also uses the yellow trashcan as a drum with the spirit moves her, and colors on a special pad i put up there for her personal use. she literally begs to go up there, hanging off the lower gate like a monkey; it has fast become a daily routine. while she goes nuts exploring and mess-making, i ponder what i want and need to get making, sort through fabric or patterns, or press needy bits of fabric and/or pieces freshly washed clothing. i even managed to do a tiny bit of sewing in her presence this week, while she quietly played. so nice.

i’m hoping that sometime soon, maybe in the next few years, i can set her up with some crafts or toys in a corner up there and get down to some honest to goodness sewing. maybe it’s a laughable thought, but hey, a mom can dream, right?