Jeepers Creepers, where'd ya get those PEEPERS?

Now, I don't care what the weather man says
When the weatherman says it's raining
You'll never hear me complaining, I'm certain the sun will shine
I don't care how the weather vane points
When the weather vane points to gloomy
It's gotta be sunny to me, when your eyes look into mine

Jeepers Creepers, where'd ya get those peepers?
Jeepers Creepers, where'd ya get those eyes?
Gosh all git up, how'd they get so lit up?
Gosh all git up, how'd they get that size?


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My little homage to seasonal changes in my neck of the woods. Our Peepers (pseudacris crucifer) have thawed out from their winter ice block and their mating call has begun! This sound, more than anything else, tells me Spring is on its way. Aptly so as I woke this morning to an inch of snow on the ground!

Thank goodness the weather has not been pleasant as I've been busy in the shop this March. My ladies have been hard at work (and I hope enjoying the process!) and my long arm has not had a day's rest. But most of my customers have been my "regulars" and many have been to the shop. I thought it'd be a nice idea to post photos of the shop for any "newbies" or others who are sending their tops by post. I offer free pick up and delivery (within reason) but I've been known to drive a finished quilt to Chicago and visit my daughter as well!

 

I share a hallway (on the right) with one of our local dentists. The shop next to me specializes in vintage fabrics and other goodies!

I share a hallway (on the right) with one of our local dentists. The shop next to me specializes in vintage fabrics and other goodies!

One corner showing my grandma's china cabinet full of treasured trinkets. A great example of a custom t-shirt quilt.

One corner showing my grandma's china cabinet full of treasured trinkets. A great example of a custom t-shirt quilt.

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FIrst use of the dress form was for my daughter's wedding dress! The dress on the form is one of the cocktail dresses my grandmother made from beautiful organza...wish it fit!

FIrst use of the dress form was for my daughter's wedding dress! The dress on the form is one of the cocktail dresses my grandmother made from beautiful organza...wish it fit!

I LOVE my Handiquilter Infinity!

I LOVE my Handiquilter Infinity!

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Just another day in paradise

I used to travel a lot. I'd pack my sketchbook and selection of pens, brushes, watercolor paints with every intention of using my free time, vacation time to create art. And I'd go home never pulling out the sketchbook. I don't beat myself up about it anymore and I still bring it all with me when I do travel. Though it all sits in my suitcase it's a constant reminder to think "art".

Most times on vacation I can shelve the stress in the overhead bin on the flight out. I eat what I want, I shop and buy foods I wouldn't normally buy, I have the Dad's Special Gin and Tonic because "I'm on vacation". What's never on vacation is my creative viewpoint. The color of the sky, the smell of the air, the traffic, cars, people, even the produce at Publix...all of it is different than my normal normal and fuel for my creativity when I get back home.

I have that last Blue Moon at the airport bar because I've still got a couple more hours "on vacation". When I get on the plane and open that overhead bin for just a couple more hours I let that stress sit up there. I reminisce about the past few days, close my eyes and see the sky meeting the water, the white birds letting the ocean breeze ruffle their feathers and vow that NEXT time, I'll pull out that sketchbook that has as many frequent flyer miles as myself.

 

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Gyotaku...say what??!

Japanese 魚拓, from gyo "fish" + taku "stone impression"

Pronounced: guy oh tah koo with the emphasis on "tah"

So why isn't this blog about sewing and quilting? It's because I live pretty darn wholistically. And I use the "w" for that word to mean the whole enchilada: mind, body, soul. Nurture and Nature. When I decided to get into the quilt business it was almost anticlimactic. Well, "of course" is what I thought. I LOVE to sew, I LOVE to make things, I want to be my own boss, I want to set my own hours, I want to be available to family and I must support myself financially. No brainer as they say.

Quilting can't be called a fad because it hasn't come and gone and retro'd. It's evolved from our (great great great) grandmothers need for bed coverings. It's not just women anymore. It's not just hand pieced and sewn. It's not just muslin flour sacks and used up shirts and dresses. Take in the beauty of a quilt show and you will be astounded.

So, back to fish. Japanese fisherman record (some still do) their catch on rice paper and black ink. No fish tales here, everything in black and white! I took a workshop this past weekend and printed fish. Ok, they were rubber fish but their intrinsic beauty was still very much evident once printed. We were told to rub the paint off the eye area so it didn't print. A final touch was to paint the eye back in, returning the soul to the fish.

I'm going to appropriate this idea. I like the idea of something utilitarian (no fish tale) being a thing of beauty. Plus, it's that whole design thing...Japanese have it goin' on!

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