Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Done!

Between the studio and the garden, I have been out of pocket a bit of late.  The cleaning out and sorting that began months ago, however, is done!  Remember that this studio is approximately 1/3 the size of the former studio, and you will understand what sort of job it has been.

We found an animal shelter Thrift Shop that was interested in sewing items (Good Will doesn't put this sort of thing out, so I don't take fabric or sewing supplies to them any more), and the manager's positive attitude made me very glad I took these things to the shop.

And my friends from Knoxville, when they came to Studio 508 for the May meeting, were kind enough to help me with the last of the cleaning out.  There was fabric, buttons, some thing-a-ma-jiggys and wool.  The felted wool was a large part of the parting-of-the-ways materials.  It is the tiny particles that break off of woolen items that makes working in that medium difficult for me, unless I do this in the nice weather and sit outside, cleaning myself with a lint remover as I work.  I have set aside a small amount of wool to try working with later, after I have the allergies better under control with weekly allergy shots.  If this doesn't work, there will be more felted wool, wool fleece, and an embellishing machine that will need to go.  Fingers crossed for successful de-sensitization to wool!

This post started out to show you how neat and clean the studio is.  That was before I decided to work through Gwen Hedley's Drawn to Stitch.  This is an exciting book, but messy in the hands-on department.  So, I have a mess on the embroidery table.


Now, in my defense, this mess is a lot of ideas that are beginning to percolate.


It's just that I don't do clean, neat things.  And I am intimidated by white pages in sketchbooks and cleared-off tables in my studio.  The blank pages and clean tables seem to be an accusation, my studio's way of being disappointed in the fact that I'm doing nothing.


So, pardon me for not catching the studio at the moment of its most clean-ness (which would have been five minutes before Jill and Margi and Beth arrived on Tuesday).  Martha Stewart doesn't live here.  If she did, the Queen of Clean and I would have some long, soul-searching discussions that might extend into the night.

(*sigh*)

It isn't easy being clean.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

End of Spring Gardening, 2012


It is time to put the shovel away, to let poor hubby rest in the shade for a bit.  We have spent sooooo many mornings and even some early afternoons digging that the day we are not in the garden is the rare one.  I have two last small jobs to do, transplanting three variegated Jacob's Ladder ferns to the hill above the fountain, where they will get more water, and to plant the "Cast Iron Plants" I found when out wandering and checking out nurseries far afield.  I cannot resist looking at plants, no matter where we might have set out to go, no matter the weather!  But, for now, we shall stop the dirty part of gardening and simply enjoy our handiwork.  Although I garden with great zest, Charles only gardens to please me.  That is an admirable quality, and I try not to abuse it.

Some pictures of new acquisitions follow.

It would be difficult to miss the fact that I have a passion for hydrangea.  I found, at Autumn Hill an unusual Lacecap called Midnight Duchess.  The airy caps float on stems so deeply chocolate they are almost black!



This Fuji Waterfall bush is tiny, but look at the size of the blossoms compared to the leaves.  Neither Mophead nor Lacecap, it promises to be a show-stopper in a couple of years.






And Charles' Wave Petunias in  the upper terrace are the comedians of the garden this year.  They are just beginning to grow to the edge of the wall, and in this photo, they seem to be lined up, waiting to see who will be the first to "jump!"



The Veronica in the upper terrace is outshining the White Salvia, which is about to open.  The Balloon plant, also, is quite pregnant with buds.  It will be a light shade of blue, a compliment to he deeper Veronica.


My dear sister, Michelle, gave me the loveliest little table-top container filled with succulents and mosses.  The cobalt blue container is the perfect foil to the mix of colors— but, then, I am a collector of cobalt blue pottery for the garden, and this could be a bit of bias on my part!  Many thanks to her for her thoughtfulness.



The pink Begonias that looked so small and lonesome at the beginning of the spring have filled out, now.  They make a rich show of color as they line the walk leading to the Studio.  I am not a great fan of planting annuals, I think they can be a waste of resources when perennials will return for years, once established.  But there is something to be said for the look of these old-fashioned flowers, and I may use them here every year (or for as many years as Charles is willing to plant them for me).


The Asters are new this year.  They are such happy-seeming flowers, and I hope the plant receives enough light in this upper terrace plot to return next year.  If an annual makes it through a full season and returns that next year, I always want to have a little thank-you party for it and present it with an award for perseverance!


Along with the Asters, Snapdragons are new.  The two yellows lost their blossoms but the plants are struggling along.  The whites seem to be settling in, though.  Encouraging thoughts for them are appreciated!  The new Oxalise are doing well.  I planted Oxalise bulbs last year, but the chipmunks ate them.  They burrowed, made a meal of my struggling sprouts and threw the less tasty parts to one side, and devoured the bulbs.  This year I bought plants, trying to confuse them.  So far, so good . . .



There is more, so much more than I realized when I started out the door with the camera!  It all happened over weeks and weeks, and, quite suddenly, we have a spring garden!  A cup of tea is in order here!

Sunday, April 15, 2012

When Things Need To Move Along


If I am not using something I own, I give it away or sell it. I release all things that no longer benefit me: objects, ideas, habits, or relationships. I make way for the new to come bursting forth into my life. I am fulfilled in every way.  — Louise L. Hay


A friend posted this quote on Facebook, and the thought fell on the quite fertile ground of my cleaning out and moving things along.  Over the last months I have been doing a lot of re-thinking about how I live, what I have around me, what I really need.  Occasionally I dip into the not-so productive area of how I accumulated so much and why I feel I have to continue to live with it, and I am reminded of something I read, many years ago, that Cher said (when she and Sonny were just becoming famous singers).  She said that Sonny found two of some kitchen appliance, like an electric skillet, I believe, and he asked her why she bought two of the same item.  She said that she was afraid something would happen, and they wouldn't have the means to buy one again, so she bought two as a hedge against the possibility of bad times.  Of course, I am really, really paraphrasing and relying on forty or more years of memory here, but that is the gist of the story.

I suppose that anyone who has had a bumpy road has a long memory, and I am no exception.  Not that I have two of things.  I just have things.  Things I am fond of.

I got a break recently when Jill said she was making felted balls for a school project for her son, James (an art teacher in a Knoxville elementary school).  I had a box of wrapped centers for felted balls, and even a few already-felted balls.  And a lot of ugly yarn I would like to wave on down the road.  How lucky!  What a bonus!  I set to work in spare moments— the evenings and television are the best for filling with brain-numbing handwork— and sent a large bag of balls out of the studio.  And, as he won't need these until Christmas, James will have another bag or so before I give up wadding and wrapping yarn balls.

Despite all my good intentions, felted balls won't get rid of everything that I don't need anymore.  In the house, I recently moved furniture around, sent some pieces to the downstairs bedroom for storage.  I am a restless person who likes to change rooms around, and the new arrangement gives me more floor space.  In six months, I will be itching to move things around again.  My plan is that if I can live without the now-absent furniture for a year, it can go to Good Will or to a shelter.  Once something is given away, there is no going back and finding it again.

Clothes are another thing that need to be sorted out.  Things I loved wearing, or things I made for myself or that Mother made for me— I can't even imagine what another person will do with them.  But, maybe I'm not supposed to imagine their ending.  Maybe I should just let them go.  Gently.  Folded neatly, as I care for them, but when the size is wrong, there is no remedy.

This is my current project, learning how to be honest about what I can and can't live with any more.  The past years of economic up and down figure heavily in this thinking.  I wonder, do others feel the same way, or is it just me?


Friday, April 13, 2012

The Garden, Thus Far



Oh, my goodness, but there is so much color in the back yard!  Too early, though, the azaleas have come and gone, and the Dogwood was confused and put only a handful of blossoms out for our admiration.  We have dug, moved, planted, re-planted, and every time I think it's almost done, I see another beautiful plant that must, somehow, be squeezed in.  It never ends— which is a good thing.  Gardens should never be "done," just as a home is never "finished," because all things that are alive or that provide a home for active people, should change with the seasons of our lives.

So, grab your mug of tea and let's take a quick trip through the garden!  Many things have been put in new, and they must wait for their time to bloom.  Others have bloomed quite out of their normal time.  It was the crazy winter-less past few months that set everything out of kilter.

The Irises are blooming now, and these are in need of staking.  For the first time, I planted annuals in the upper terraces.  Here you can see Marigolds and Cosmos.  Enjoy the little corner of Lamb's Ear (right lower) while you can.  I think it will be going to a new home in the far, far back of the yard where we put plants that have not played well with others.



Here is one of several re-blooming Irises.  It is always a bit of a shock to see Irises blooming at the end of summer, but they brighten up the fading garden:


The delightfully light and branching Euphorbia, whose blooms surprised us by showing up in early March!  Can you see the strawberry plant creeping through the thyme below it?


And as well as the Euphorbia, the red Dianthus has been bright much too early!  I love gardening here, as the bed is behind a terrace wall and is raised enough to make weeding a pleasure.



This was the big shocker of the spring garden, though.  Both of these peonies came from the same bush, and not only that, the tag said it would produce deeply pink blossoms!  Someone forgot to tell the plant, I suppose.



Below is an example of things gone amuck.  My impression of Verbena was that of a polite, very Southern plant who did not put a toe over the line.  Perennial Verbena, however, is hot to trot, and trotted itself right into the Lavender.  In response, the Lavender moved a foot to the right this year.  I was unaware that anything could invade Lavender!



On the subject of things getting out of hand, I have other examples to share with you.  On the upper terrace, I discovered a small mound of Dianthus between the Ice Plant and this lovely Thug:


The Wave Petunias, however, we want to get out of hand.  Oddly enough, the last one on right survived the winter in a concrete container, blooming the entire time!  Kudos to Alpha Petunia!  I will post her progress this summer.  The other four plants need to put the gleep on it and start spilling over the wall!


 The Lithidora is duking it out with a magenta-blooming Ice Plant for dominance.  Manners are set aside in this contest, but I noticed how the Ice Plant simply climbs down the wall when things get too crowded.


These last flowers, identified by nursery staff as different things, depending on where I take a sample, made the sad mistake of moving forward a little too quickly, and Charles and I dug dozens of these and planted them in the back of the mass.  When they bloom, a small quite brilliant magenta blossom appears at the top of the stalks, and they are beautiful, en masse.    I often have the feeling that I am watering and fertilizing a weed, but it is a beautiful weed.  In fact, I would like to plant Queen Anne's Lace to complement it, but I don't have the wide, sunny area it demands.  So many plants, so little garden!


Tea is cold, and we have navigated only part of the garden.  Maybe we should make a tour on another day?  Thank you for dropping in on me.  I love sharing our garden!




Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Work In Progress


It is time to get the garden in shape for the summer.  The routine is to be up early-ish and plant everything that came home from the nursery the day before.  On non-planting mornings, we dig and move things to (hopefully) happier spots.  And we dig/pull/curse weeds, especially little sprouting acorns.  I thought I would spare you the details of all this grind as well as the grousing over aches and pains by simple silence.

Fortunately, a lot of last year's perennials came back and are happy where they are growing.  Some things are a little too happy, however, and have overrun their neighbors.  Thus the relocation efforts.

I plan to be back with pictures some time next week.


Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Spring Life-Cleaning

It is the Spring coming so early, I believe, that has put me on to nesting— moving furniture in all the rooms of the house, planting new peonies in the garden, moving hydrangeas, cleaning out closets, going through every nook and cranny of the studio to see how space might be better used, getting rid of materials I no longer care to use and wondering why I don't want to work in these mediums anymore . . . turning over every aspect of my life and trying to set myself in order.  Spring Life-Cleaning.

I excuse this enthusiasm for nesting by remembering that I could not do any cleaning last year at this time.  But somehow, even that does not explain this burst of interest in setting things in place.

I looked at a weather map last night and was horrified at what I saw.  The Jet Stream made a roller-coaster up-and-down of the continent.  As much as I hated seeing the Spring come two months early, I hate even more the idea that this roller-coaster line dividing snow in the west from heat in the east could suddenly reverse its shape, and the high pressure might move frigid Arctic air and snow over the fragile and very bloomy Spring!


Frost wrote that "Nothing gold can stay," though I'm beginning to think that "gold" could mean the loveliness of Spring as well as the burnished tones of Autumn.  I wonder if the nesting instinct is an unconscious attempt to make a sheltering place for the Spring, should this High/Low Pressure system flip-flop and we lose the richness of too much spring at one time?


An interesting sidebar to this too-warm weather in North Georgia: the pollen count for Atlanta was at an all-time record of 8,164 yesterday!  My sinuses were telling me that something like this might be happening.  There are two dozen steps between kitchen and studio doors, and in that short trip, I must collect pollen enough to fertilize an entire orchard!

Time to dig out the surgical masks.  I wish someone would manufacture these in skin tones, with nostrils and lips drawn on them so I didn't look like such a dweeb wearing one.




Monday, March 12, 2012

A thought . . .

. . . about the internet and e-mail.  I can't imagine living without it today, but how did I get this way?

Doesn't matter.  E-mail has been down, and I have spent a week of my life in back-and-forth communication with my provider over why I cannot use my password anymore.  A patched-up solution has been found, but there were days when I asked myself if I really needed all this stress— and the answer was, "Of course, of course!  How else will you contact your friends?"

Now, a cup of tea and some soothing music.  Debussy, I think.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Composite Stitches: Mountmellick

A composite embroidery stitch is one in which there are several steps to finishing it, often involving some part of more than one stitch.  These stitches can sometime be more complicated than the "backbone" stitches, i.e., the chains, buttonholes, and flat stitches that are heart an soul of embroidery basics, but the composite stitches are certainly worth the little bit of extra trouble.  In addition, the more steps involved in making a stitch,  the more opportunities there are for stitch variation, which is my first love.

Mountmellick Stitch is one of these composite stitches.  You may read about the history as well as the traditional thread and fabric choices here  and a video tutorial is available.  The steps are also well-illustrated in Erica Wilson's classic work, Erica Wilson's Embroidery Book, first published in 1973.  Although the video tutorial is very helpful, my personal choice is always the diagram, because I can poke along at my own pace with a drawing until I "get it right."

This is the diagram of Mountmellick Stitch that Erica Wilson provides:



Although it is traditionally a highly textured whitework stitch, it is more interesting when worked in color.  Mountmellick thread is not readily available locally for me— I have a small amount left from a purchase years ago, and it resembles a flat matte cotton by DMC (Cotton broderie 4, or a soft, tapestry-weight cotton).  But there is a web site (Canadian) that offers it in all four weights  Check it out here . A lighter-weight version of this matte cotton is sold by Rainbow Gallery (Matte 18), in colors as well as white.  A heavy-weight filet lace thread would also work.  Perle cotton (sizes 3 and 5 are nice) or a heavy mercerized cotton (such as Rainbow Gallery's Overture, which is variegated) are other choices.  The heavier the thread, the larger and more textured the stitch will be.  Multiple strands of cotton floss or flower thread do not work as well as a single, heavier thread.  Lighter weights of thread do not show off the details of the stitch very well.  And, of course, the traditional stitch would have been worked in white, not color.

Below are some columns of Mountmellick Stitch that show, from left to right, the traditional stitch (with the leg elongated), and successive additions of legs, 2, 3, 4, and 5.  This stitch lends itself to the interesting variation of adding more than one little "leg" to the stitch. These are stitched in tapestry cotton:



It can also be flipped and worked in mirror image (here I had to grit my teeth and think in reverse, no small feat for me):



Because it curves well, it is an useful stitch to use in floral designs or in borders.  It is a very dense, heavy stitch, and plays well with other textured stitches.

Here I've played with it, stitching a closed form with it:



and substituting a Bullion Stitch for the last step of the stitch:



My stitches are much larger and more clumsy-looking than the proficient Irish stitcher ever intended hers to be, but it suits my style better than tiny, neat stitches would.  Hence the heavier thread.

Although the fabric most associated with it is a tightly-woven cotton satin, I prefer a looser weave of linen.  The linen fabric holds this stitch very well, and seems to make room for the bulk the stitch, where a tighter weave of fabric often has a strained look when it is finished.  Tighter weaves also stress the heavier threads as they are pulled repeatedly through it.

I am glad to see Mountmellick embroidery enjoying a revival of interest.  It is a lovely addition to our list of textured stitches.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

What I have learned about Bullion Knots



Once again, before I forget all of this . . .  Bullions and I go back a long way.  We started out with high expectations of one another.  The stitch assumed that I would be a neat and patient embroiderer; I thought I could quickly whip this stitch right onto the linen and move immediately to the next stitch on my list.  We were both sadly disappointed.

The first thing I learned was to choose the perfect needle.  The ideal needle has very little taper, so the crewel needle I was using was unsuitable.  The straighter, less-tapering milliner or darning needles were ideal.  The needle should be long enough to hold a large number of wraps.

The next thing I learned was how important the wrapping process is.  Every wrap must fall carefully in place beside the one before it.  No crossing over or under or changing the order of the wrapped threads, and the tension must remain consistent.  The wraps had to look like a perfect metal spring to be successful.  And this is a hungry stitch, so it takes a surprising amount of thread to complete only a few Bullions.

Invariably, the stitch  tangled unless I kept a finger on it with my free hand as I pulled the thread slowly through the tunnel of wraps, then to the back of the fabric.

This Bullion-petal daisy is stitched using a variegated cotton floss, two strands.  I found that using more than these two strands was often difficult to control.  I think it has something to do with that business of the speed of car wheels as you turn a corner, how the outside wheels require more revolutions than the inside wheels because they cover more distance.  So I never use floss longer than 20" or 22" in length, though if I am using a single strand of a perle or a mercerized cotton, the stitching is very smooth and I can use a longer thread.


Bullions may lie nicely flat and make an interesting filling stitch:

 

Here is an example of very exactly aligned Bullions in cotton floss, two strands, that form a seed pod.  I think the over-dyed thread contributes greatly to the charm of this little example:



And when you tire of laying them in flat lines, they can be "scrunched up" into an extreme texture:



It is difficult to see in the photograph, but the Bullions are piled together the way children might pile their blocks, without any attempt to stack or line them neatly in place.  Think of the stitch this way:  normally you would have as many wraps as you have distance to be covered (maybe 10 wraps for 1/2"), but in the scrunched version, you have far too many wraps for the tiny distance between coming up and going back down into the ground fabric (maybe 20 wraps for only 1/8").  The resulting 20-wrap stitch bunches up and resembles a roly-poly bug.

Extremely long Bullions are interesting.  To make them, I use doll-makers needles, which are a dangerous length (I have one that is 6" long, another is 10" long) and without taper, but these sabers allow for 30 to 50 wraps (or more) before I begin to return the needle to the fabric.  Holding the wraps between thumb and index finger is the magic that keeps everything in place as the long thread is pulled s-l-o-w-l-y through the tunnel of wraps.  This flower has petals made with one of these long needles.  The center is a cotton-stuffed silk roundel covered with French Knots:



Besides neat petals, these long-ish Bullions are great for areas of over-the-top textured, because the loops can twist out of control when the needle is wrapped dozens of times, and the result is a run-amok look that is difficult to achieve within traditional, orderly embroidery.  Variegated thread adds delightfully to the chaos.

On the other hand, flat, mannerly Bullions can be used to create grids,


and they might also present a nice "checkerboard" effect (in perle cotton #3, below). 


They may be used to make large, textured Cross Stitches,


and a tail may be added as part of the final tacking stitch (just move the needle away from the point you would normally terminate the stitch).  This example is in rough metallic thread,


and these are stitched in a variety of cottons and rayons (here I always expect to see Moses being pulled from his basket floating amongst the bull rushes):


I also discovered that by going back to the crewel needle, I could make Bullions take on the shape of seed pods, an effect I have exploited in this abstraction of a flower head:


In addition, a Bullion may be substituted for a part of a composite stitch such as Mountmellick:


It can also make one half of a detached chain stitch, which is useful in creating textured foliage (shown below).  The stitch has a tendency to curl to one side or another, and this curl can be controlled by wrapping the threads either in a clockwise or counter-clockwise motion.


Here the Bullion Stitch is added to a Fly Stitch:



The motions of making the basic Bullion stitch are very similar to those of a Detached Buttonhole stitch (used a great deal in needle weaving), with the addition of a little ridge on one side of the stitch that gives it a woven look.  This is obtained by giving the loop a twist as it goes over the needle:


The only way to learn to make Bullions is to sit and make them for hours on end. When I decided, in my struggle with the stitch, that I would be the winner in this pitched battle, I even took it to church with me.  I was the organist at the church, and as the organ was placed in a well in the choir loft behind a screen, I felt perfectly safe in stitching during the sermon and the morning announcements.  I was much younger and could move faster than I do today, or I would not have tried this, as there is a good bit of coordinated movement in throwing down an embroidery hoop, pulling on the organ stops, and playing the appropriate music at the appropriate time.  Somehow, it worked.  That was the Summer Of The  Bullion.

Having taken a great deal of time in learning the stitch, I began to look for ways to use it everywhere-- and the more looking I did, the more opportunities I found.

Good Stitching!


Friday, March 9, 2012

Sketchbook: Bugs!



Confession time:  I am a fan of the Natural World only up to a point.  When we pass by birds, flowers and trees, mosses and ferns, or we have a few days at the beach, stand under starry skies or enjoy spring rains, I cannot soak up enough of these beautiful moments.  Eventually, however, the insect world has to be acknowledged.  And there I slam on the brakes.  Born, raised, and always living in the Deep South, the Natural World has so kindly offered me a broad pallet of insects to invade my worst nightmares.  I remember, as a small child, playing barefoot in the yard beside our house.  I must have been concentrating quite deeply on my game, because I suddenly noticed caterpillars crawling around me.  Marching toward me in what seemed to my child's mind an unending deployment, an army of these black and yellow creepy-crawlies invaded my play space under the trees.  I clambered to the top of a chair and began screaming for my mother to come and rescue me.  It hasn't gotten much better since then, though I don't climb on chairs anymore.  I still scream.

One day, however, I decided to take this unreasonable revulsion and turn it into a smile via my sketchbook.  If you can laugh about something, it isn't so terrifying, I reasoned.  I gave the enemy personality, even human clothing, and had a good time with them.



I think about my friend Carol and how unafraid she is around bugs, how truly interested she is in them, and I try a little harder to loosen up.  But, in truth, I still don't like them.

I've been adding sketches of bugs for several years, now.  Trying to be open-minded.  Sorry, bugs.  Really.