my new best friend

this threader saves minutes of aggravation

this threader saves minutes of aggravation

So, I’ve begun stitching what now seems like a gigantic rug. The stitches are even tinier than I imagined, nearly impossible. Six rows cover .125 inch (3mm). Mistakes have been made, and quite a few of them picked out and re-stitched, though not all. The difference between a correct diagonal stitch and an incorrect horizontal one are barely discernible. (Invoking two of the Four Ps: Perfectionism and Patience.) I have learned silk thread is far more forgiving than cotton. I have taught my non-dominant, under-hoop hand to stab the needle fairly accurately up through the mesh, which seems to speed up the rate of progress. I have stitched, and then removed, an entire corner motif outline because I counted incorrectly and was two rows off. Beginning to get the feel of needle placement in the mesh. Suspecting I may have, um, over-estimated my abilities with this as a first project. Doing it anyway.

15 minutes into it

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large chart for a tiny rug

The “Animals” rug kit I got from Natalia Frank has been breached. It is intimidating. This is the chart, the map from which I will stitch. It is 20 pages. O_O The chart alone is a thing of beauty.

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palette of silk and cotton thread, and silk gauze

The colors are gorgeous, subtle and rich. The silk gauze, sturdier than I expected, feels like it will hold up to the thousands of stitches it will eventually carry.

The first step (apparently) is to frame the edges of the gauze with a sturdier fabric, to both stabilize and extend its size to fit the 12-inch hoop I’ll be using (probably until the end of time).

a drop hollows out the stone

Exquisite miniature rug by Natalia Frank

Exquisite 1:12 miniature rug by Natalia Frank

I’ve ordered this needlework rug kit from Natalia Frank, a miniaturist and needlewoman of remarkable talent and skill. To try to get your mind around what she does — and what I want to do — know that the final piece measures 5.73 x 8.12 inches (14.5 x 20.6 centimeters). It is stitched on 49 count silk gauze, which translates to 49 x 49 tiny stitches per square inch of gossamer fabric (281 x 398 stitches do the math). With a single strand of DMC embroidery thread. (Regular embroidery floss is six strands twisted together.) I’m starting with the finger and eye exercises suggested on her blog.

I am excited about this project for so many reasons, like for instance you can only work on it for 20 or 30 minutes at a time or you’ll go blind, and that you don’t need a whole studio to do it in, and that Natalia has The Four Ps. That’s one more P than mine: Perfectionism, Procrastination, Paralysis. Hers are Practice, Persistence, Patience, Perfection. Her definition of Perfection is that no one is, which we all need to be reminded of from time to time. And she quotes Ovid, Gutta cavat lapidem (A drop hollows out the stone.) Thinking I like her Ps way more than mine. I’ll keep you apprised of my progress, and do check out her work.

tiny tissues to dab tears of joy

Maureen sent a box of tiny fun for the Spring swap organized by Cyd at Mini Mod Pod. We had decided on accessories as our theme, since we never seem to have enough little things to fully dress a scene.

Loft 1961 has a new tenant.

Loft 1961 has a new tenant.

I took a whole morning off from slaving to get our big house ready to sell, to play with my new stuff. An eclectic assortment it is! Maureen sent two original watercolors, some wonderfully versatile beads (as she said, “I thought even the most modern woman has something like that that belonged to a grandmother or great aunt.”), a delicate green blown glass vase and a dolphin — or is it a porpoise? — two perfect tea mugs, the wire bicycle, a glass mirror (I put it in the hall and don’t think I got a pic of that), a straw hat and the most perfect box of tissues you’ve ever seen.

The new tenant has excellent taste.

The new tenant has excellent taste.

Here’s a closeup of the watercolors:

Straighten these, please, or I won’t be able to sleep tonight.

Straighten these, please, or I won’t be able to sleep tonight.

With traveler’s ingenuity, she used stir sticks to frame them.

This was my first-ever swap, and it was so much fun I want to do one at least every month.

Hello Kitty is the new guardian of the loft. Would you like some tea?

Hello Kitty is the new guardian of the loft. Would you like some tea? Yes, Dolphin — or is it Porpoise? — please. Milk, no sugar.

Thanks again, Maureen and Cyd.

walls of unbecoming

Finally occurred to me just what was wrong with this build. After staring at it for weeks and weeks, doing this and trying that, the “what” of it still eludes me. Turns out it was the very first thing I did: the wallpaper. I was experimenting, expanding on the scale boundaries of tiny space. The two facing walls were like an evolving collage of edgy patterns, florals, painted stripes. I’d think I was done, but later would add more bits to the pattern. I even put a bird on it. The walls got more and more interesting. I built lots of different furniture based on various ideas (bookmaker’s workshop, blood orange orchard office, remote mountain retreat, eccentric’s parlor). None of it was right.

I still don’t know what it is, but at least that damn wallpaper wont be distracting me.

The wallpaper must go, so it went.

The wallpaper must go, so it went.

because a fire was within my heart

insect-compromised, tornado-blasted oak

Came across this downed oak on a walk in the woods this afternoon. The hurricane blasted quite a few healthy, innocent bystander trees, but in this one you can see the hidden activity that contributed to its fall. It was beautiful to see, sculptural in its ruin, heart exposed, story told.

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The distinctly non-menacing-looking standing grizzly bear target

It’s hard not to feel like an imposter shooting 3D targets with primarily bowhunters. Their consistent accuracy looks so fluid and effortless. The feeling doesn’t make it any less fun, though.

progression

hey look, I inadvertently made abstract expressionist art

This was my palette after I scraped off the colors for making these:

painted pages from an old 1957 science book that I bought for $1 at the library

These are the basis for the vines I’m cutting out now:

The Lovers, entwined. Envined? I’ve been playing too much Words With Friends

Last night, I started adding a slightly metallic copper midtone:

adding a middle

and then put the first figure stencil down:

The Lovers, 21 January 2012

This is what I see trying to edit this post:

Albie loves, in this order: me, the heat from the monitor, the cursor.

How meta is that?

Working on this piece triggered haunting, epic dreams last night, completely fitting the subject matter. I’ve been feeling it, with all the exultation, longing and remorse of a lifetime of recognition and choice.

Oh, and my Words With Friends user name is NancyEnge.