About four years ago, David and I were studying in a coffee shop up in Bellingham. Well, he was studying. I think I was just reading, but I remember I wasn’t actually doing any schoolwork. Maybe I had graduated? Whatever. Point is, David was studying and just in the grumpiest of moods. If you know the guy IRL, you know that he’s a ridiculously mellow person and very good natured, so the fact that he was snappy and short tempered was very out of the norm. I wasn’t sure how to deal with it so I stepped out for some air and I called my mom. We chatted for a bit, I whined about David’s grumpy mood, and then we hung up and I returned to the table. When I slid into my seat I saw that on top of my book was a note. He apologized for being such a “grumble bumble” and the phrase stuck. We still use it whenever one of us is having a rough time, and it’s our easy way of apologizing when we can’t quite rise above our mood to actually apologize.
David’s mom brought back some beautiful fabrics from France and I’ve been (metaphorically) sitting on them, trying to decide what the perfect project would be. It’s a little daunting, isn’t it, to find the perfect project for sentimental materials? Anyway turning it into a grumble bumble pillow felt like a perfect fit, and I love how it turned out. It makes me smile to think about hvaing this pillow down the line, and using it the way Megan Nielsen uses her grumpy cloud pillow*
*So I forgot? Didn’t realize? Didn’t know? How similar our pillows are and while I think I came up with my idea independently, I’m not sure so by all means–she definitely should get the credit for the idea of a grumpy pillow. Also, though, everyone in the world needs a grumpy pillow.
First off, thanks everyone who commented on my previous post about asymmetry. It’s embarrassing to admit but I had no idea about (nor did I intend for) the negative self-image tone in the post. You’re all such loving, awesome people so thanks for the gentle reality check. Okay now for more pictures of myself! Huzzah!
I may have impulse bought this sweatshirt at Target the other day, along with a watch and hot pink nail polish. The second I saw the sweatshirt, though, I was super stoked not just on wearing it, but how to make it MINE. Like I mentioned in the title, either I’m a selfish person who wants only one of a kind things, or it relates back to being a little sister tired of handmedowns. Or it relates to my amazing, creative spirit that wants to constantly be involved in what I wear, adding to the art of my wardrobe. Let’s stick with that last one, since it sounds the nicest, eh? I went through and embroidered around the edges of some of the hearts. I really liked it, but now I’m thinking (after a couple weeks of wear) that it isn’t enough, so I’m going to pick up some light greens, blues and yellows to go with it. Oh and with that picture of my watch below? So forever ago Nicole from this adorably awesome blog posted about nail polish on her list of Things I Don’t Understand (PS Nicole I miss those and think they’re hilarious). I can’t find the exact post, but her rant went something along the lines of not understanding nail polish, since it just seems to instantly chip and not look awesome hours after application. I remember when I read it, I was all hey that’s not true! My nail polish lasts forever! And then I went and found a bottle and painted my nails. And then a couple hours later I went to my art table, and then five minutes into painting something I remembered why I never paint my nails. Because um I also paint my nails. Acrylic sticks to painted nails harder than just about anything.
Keffiyeh & Shorts: thrifted | Shirt Watch & Tights: Target | Shoes: Payless | Tank: Romy
If you come over to my apartment to hang out, the sight of me working on any one of a million art projects while we chat would not be a surprise. So logically, you know, I figured it was time to take up a new hobby. When we were visiting friends in Oregon, I saw K. working on a cross stich project and immediately got sucked into the medium. In case you couldn’t tell from the closeup, my first embroidery* challenge was done on my Bob Ross painting from this night.
I’m definitely years away from becoming an expert for sure, but here are the resource books I’ve been using to get started
Doodle Stitching by Aimee Ray was the first book I picked up and while I haven’t done any of her doodle patterns yet, she was a great book for getting started with supplies and color suggestions for threads. Annnnd I’m still super excited for 95% of the patterns in that book! Mermaids! Gnomes! Trees! Unicorns!
Little Stitches by Aneela Hoey is a book my mom is currently lending me and has a great style that helped expand how I thought about embroidery and its potential. I love the way she stitches people and am super stoked to copy that style.
Star Trek Cross Stitch by John Lohman came home with me after I tried to be responsible and say no to it, when my mom went ‘umm what how are you saying no to this??” It’s so friggin’ fabulous and I can’t wait to make presents for every Trekkie geek I know, including my mother-in-law-equivalent.
Hoopla by Leanna Prain Now, I saved this book for last because it’s the one I could talk about for the longest. This book explores the potential for embroidery far beyond samplers and custom kit cross stitch (not that there’s anything wrong with them, having plans to do both!) and this book contains amazing works of art. Better yet, it also contains some sample how-to tutorials for some of the milder stuff. This is definitely my inspiration book for where I want to take my experience with the medium.
So what do you guys think? Any embroiderers out there or cross stitch fanatics? I’d love all the tips and tricks you’ve got to offer!
Before leaving us to travel across the whole country to the other Washington, Kels came for a visit and the three of us (we let David chill with us) had another fantastic Bob Ross adventure! It was a blast, and I can’t believe how disgustingly fun this is! We used bigger canvases this time, which I think helped a lot. We’re all developing such specific and different styles, which are showing more the second time around than the first time. Prepare for epic photo time, because I don’t know if you caught this but one of my bffs is leaving me for the other side of the country. So I took a lot of photos.
My blue trees really made me life, although I’m pretty sure you can’t see them in the final version. Kels’ grumpy face has a lot more to do with the fact that her hands were covered in paint and not anything to do with her painting. Also, we had to include Pterodactyl in on the action. Despite the fact that I think my sentient tattoo had no idea what was going on. Kels knew, and I guess that’s all that matters.
That’s how they all turned out in the end, and Bob Ross’ picture in the center. We skipped the part where he did a border, which is how one of the paintings ended up with a bit of extra white space. Can you guess which one was painted by which artist? I mean even without cheating and scrolling back up, that is. I think it’s super obvious, but only because they each reflect our personality styles. Kels churned out this amazingly quiet, open space in a forest that looks like something that belongs in a Neil Gaiman short story, even though she’s never read him. David’s piece is currently hanging up in our bedroom above his desk and we’re both pretty smitten with this bombed-out looking, dinosaur apocalypse scene. And mine is super duper crowded with bright colors and flowers everywhere, so I guess that fits me.
Good luck with all your new adventures, Kels, and we can’t wait for our first Bob Ross double date via Skype!!!