When my daughter moved into her own apartment several months ago, I was given my notice. Mom, I want my sewing machine, not right now, because I know you use it, and right now I don’t have time, but eventually, I want it back. Then one day I asked her where she got her jeans, and she told me they were the hand-me-downs my co-worker gave her, but she had hand altered them to be skinny jeans. This was about two months ago, I knew my time was up.
I shopped around at a couple different stores, but her’s was a Pfaff Hobby, and I loved it. It sewed thru anything, and the maintenance was low, and it was easy to use. I was comfortable with it.
I went into the Pfaff store and they tried to sell me an old embroidery machine, the next day I went back and talked to the owner, she sold me the new Pfaff Passport, and I couldn’t be happier with it.
It has a little bit of everything. It has their well known IDT walking foot, for even feed of the fabric, it has a free motion foot, a must have for me that was not on the Hobby, it has a number of decorative stitches, a high presser foot height (important to me because of various stuffed animals, namely bigfoot, who is made of fake fur).
In February my Mom bought fabric for a challenge quilt, one where two or more people get the same fabric and then make something with it. I worked on mine all morning. The very very best part of today’s art quilt making involved my adoration of the machine applique stitch.
And a few kisses to my Pfaff Passport. Because I LOVE IT!!
Hi, my name is Booger, I was brought to life merely three days ago, the first word I uttered was not my name as most Fabric Americans do, but the words, raaahhhrrrrr wraaahhhrrrrr raahhhrraaaaarrrrrrrrrr. The very next day my new Flesh American companion decided to take me on an adventure. We traveled to a secret location in the Fingerlakes Region of New York to go on a Sasquatch hunting expedition. There was a rumor of a Sasquatch siting along the shores of this lake and it was time to do an investigation.
While I was riding on the console of the truck, I told my new buddy, the Pirate, that my name is Booger. To heck with the Princess of Art all she heard was me doing the Squatch call.
We actually ran into a couple and the man said he had seen prints along a marshy shoreline one time, so it looks like this lake is a good spot to do some Bigfoot Research. Looking forward to going back, but the humans said we would have to wait until it warms up. How on earth they manage without fur is anyone’s guess.
The drive up is one of my favorites, I often imagine taking up illegal residence in one of the shacks along the way, but it is the stay that makes the drive worth it. She jokes to me that in the summer I should come to live here, because she wishes to acquire an artist in residence. I am not less than half actually interested, I dream of bringing my laptop and writing a novel, or a memoir, of painting watercolor paintings, trudging up the long hill to the barn with my easel and canvas tucked under with my acrylic paints in hand.
She talks of early morning paddles and wanting more culture (pronounced cull tcha). We visit with an old friend we haven’t seen in 18 years, and the friend says both that of all the people who would seek her out to friend her on Facebook, we were two that she said Oh YES! to. And she also says she is not at all surprised that after all these years we are still friends, she calls us both mellow and so put together, we both laugh. Maybe not so much. But I feel butterflies in my stomach, because she is a person I love, and her husband and her children too. Very much. I bring fabric for her son to make a zombie, and her daughter to make an owl, the son goes skiing, but the daughter who at the age of 8 is already learned to sew quite well, sits with me while we research other stuffed owls and we sit at the high table in her dining room and sew the face and wings.
Before I leave I take a photo of a painting which once may have had name but I no longer remember it, for so many years it has just been The Big Yellow Painting, and it hangs in the room where her hot tub is now, but once hung in a larger living room than she has now. I love this place, both for the quiet, the dark, and the warm hearth of her home, for the organic local foods, and home cooked and home gardened everything. For the wood heat and the solar panels and the on demand water heat. Most of all I love it for the fact that we are still friends and these days better friends than we have been for many long years, and that her home and family are part of my heart.
The Big Yellow Painting, Abstract Painting that I made 23 or 24 years ago using acrylic paint on watercolor paper. This painting is approximately 6 feet by 4 feet in size.
This is the second of three dolls cut from the same template. But the last ended up being a seated rooster, this one is standing on very long legs. I am really please with this design and expect more to come from it. It is an easy pattern to cut out and to sew up. He is made of various cotton quilt fabric, wire, and buttons. He is stuffed with bamboo fiberfill.
This is Rick R. Mortisse. This doll was another that came to me as I was relaxing in bed. The idea for a short wide doll with a shirt that is out and not sewn to the pants. This is the first one but I have a second one cut out and ready to go, hopefully I will have it posted within the next couple of days. Zombies are really cool, I think that they stand metaphorically for the way we kind of go through our lives barely functioning, just shambling about working, watching TV and sleeping. The idea for the name came from my cousin who said something about rigor mortis when we were talking and suddenly I realized that Rick R. Mortisse would be a fantastic name for a Zombie. So here he is.