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Month: April, 2011

NINJA MICE, NOT SO NICE

Watch out. These little dudes may look sweet, but they’re trained in lethal, unorthodox arts of war! I know, just looking at them gives chills. I created them from wool scraps in my ninja laboratory on Friday night. They were originally supposed to be ninja bears, but lacking enough gray wool, they were Frankensteined and generally [...]

BITTERS + BLACK LACE

This weekend marked a momentous occasion. A group of Oregon friends convened in Brooklyn with the primary directive of celebrating two rockin’ mamas due this August. We all went to the University of Oregon together (many moons ago), and half of the ladies now live in New York, while the rest (including one of the [...]

RETHREAD: GRANDMA’S HOUSECOAT

I love using family textiles to make new clothing, like this jacket I fashioned from my grandma Cyr’s old housecoat. She passed away last year, so wearing the jacket feels particularly meaningful. Sewing and wearing it has reminded me of how funny she was, even when she wasn’t trying to be funny. For instance, I [...]

MEASURE ONCE, CUT TWICE

“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”— Samuel Beckett I’m horribly impatient sometimes, which is why when I get tired I have to stop sewing or I make big mistakes. Mistakes like cutting before measuring twice. Or, in the case of this dress, getting too cavalier with my new serger. [...]

ACCIDENTAL CUBISM

  “…art must be understood as a privileged space of ever increasing creativity.” —Liberato Santoro-Brienza, The Tortoise and the Lyre I haven’t painted in a long time, mostly because I’ve never considered myself talented. I gave up art pretty early on in pursuit of “practical” endeavors. Recently my husband, who’s a trained painter (and all around [...]

THE WIND AT MY FEET, THE SKY IN MY HAIR

“When a woman smiles, then her dress should too.” —Madeleine Vionnet I imagine my grandmother wearing something similar to this dress in the early 60’s in Los Angeles, when my mom was a little girl, and the orange trees still blossomed all around the San Fernando Valley. This is the first vintage pattern I’ve successfully [...]