Hello, beautiful people! Today I’ve launched my 2013 Winter Holidays Giveaway, and up for grabs are the following buntings!!!
If you like what you see here, head on over to Mockingbird Don’t on Facebook for entry details, give me a Like, and enter to win!!! I’ll announce THREE winners on Cyber Monday and you could be one of them!!!! Good luck!!
A few years ago a friend from High School commented on one of my paintings and said, “Wow, love this. So hipster.”
My heart sank. I remember the first time I heard the word, “hipster”, and unknowingly I asked the definition of it from a verifiable Hipster. He explained it in the simplest terms he could (for as a Hipster, he was unnecessarily condescending), and then I queried him thus, “Oh…am I a hipster?” To which he responded, “Oh, no. Not at all. You’re not really…hip?”
Initially I thought this an insult, but in hindsight I appreciate his comment. “Oh, thank goodness, I’m not a Hipster, because apparently people hate Hipsters!” And in time I *too* came to hate Hipsters. Their population exploded a few years back and suddenly it was as if we were drowning in them; Nerdy Hipsters, Bro Hipsters, Political Hipsters, Music Hipsters, Art Hipsters, Fashion Hipsters, Punk Hipsters, Europe Hipsters, Theater Hipsters, the list goes on and on.
But I felt smugly safe in my little world of “You’re not really…hip…” and felt immune to the ire of those who hated all that is hipster.
Until my high school friend’s innocent observation. “Your art looks like the kind of art Hipsters make and would probably like.” Oh, the chill that ran down my spine. In the years since, it seems I’ve only given Hipster Haters more ammunition to rebuke me. I sew using second-hand materials from locally owned thrift stores (HIPSTER!), I buy my fruits and veggies and other delicious things from our Farmers Market (HIPSTER!!!!!), my parents are folk/Americana musicians and I listen predominately to unsigned folk musicians, sometimes even on records (OH MY GOD HIPSTER), I bounce back and forth between vegetarian and eating a Paleo diet (HIPSTERHIPSTERHIPSTERHIPSTER), and I’m a Libertarian, and I homeschool, and I really actually do like foreign films (especially South Korean films…those people know how to make a dang movie).
By conventional definitions…I think I’m a Hipster.
But, how did this happen? How did I go from not being “hip” to being a Hipster? Where was the transition? What decisions did I make in life that led me down this dark and crooked path?
The thing is, I am who I am for a myriad of reasons, most of which have less to do with my most recent decisions and interests, and more to do with my raising, my childhood, and my family.
Today I homeschool because I too was homeschooled by my parents. I listen to folk music because it’s what I was raised on and it’s the kind of music my own parents create. I buy local as often as I can because several women in my family (including my mother) were small business owners who relied on people like me to keep their dreams afloat. I shop at thrift stores because I grew up “poor” and had to buy new school clothes at the local Goodwill or Salvation Army for several years in a row. At the time I was miserable, but today I appreciate being thrifty and I appreciate not feeding into our society, so focused on constant consumption. And frankly, in every area of my life there’s a reason I got to be this way and a reason for who I am.
So, what is a Hipster? And am I a Hipster? And does it matter what I am or what I am not, in the grand scheme of things?
For now, these are questions I can’t answer. You have to be the judge of that. But, the next time you tell me, “Gah, you’re such a hipster”, I’m just going to smile and reply, “I know.”
I knew I wanted to make buntings because, frankly, buntings are awesome. For someone like me, and my decorating style, buntings are an absolute must. They’re whimsical, romantic, playful, and in my case, made from upcycled materials!
I started off with two t-shirts: one kind of an “Army” green, and another that was a burnt orange. I picked up this delightful chevron ribbon from a US seller on eBay (I know, not upcycled, but I have a hard time finding unused, second hand ribbon in the quantities I need). I built this bunting design completely around the ribbon.
I started with a diamond cut out of cardboard for my pattern. I folded the large green shirt in half, and cut out the diamond, giving me 4 even pieces.
Next, I folded them in half and pinned them, leaving a little over an inch open on one side so I could easily invert the triangle after sewing.
I used a straight stitch for the flags because the jersey knit tends to pucker, and the straight stitch I used kept them from doing so. After sewing each flag, I lined them up, found I only need three of the green ones (I only had enough material for 2 orange flags), and set the 4th green flag aside for use in another project.
Then it was time for the measuring and sewing of the ribbon! I folded the ribbon in half, ironed it, and nudged the tops of each flag into the crease before pinning them down and sewing.
And here’s the finished product!!
This bunting is a little longer than a yard long. I cut two more pieces of ribbon to make sashes at the ends. This works because it covers the ends of the bunting itself, and allows for me to turn them into bows or knots if I want to.
I used a zig-zag stitch and orange thread on the actual ribbon, because the orange was a perfect compliment to the chevron, and the zig-zag fit the look of it.
I LOVE this thing!!! I can’t wait to use it every Autum!!!
This board was left in our house when we moved into it and it wasn’t exactly “pretty”. It used to hang in the tiny hallway that separates the master bedroom, hall bathroom, and my husband’s office, and it really didn’t make any sense, PLUS it was ugly. So I tore that sucker down and it’s been sitting in a closet ever since.
I knew I might paint it eventually, but I didn’t know exactly what to do with it. We didn’t need it and the look just made me want to yak. It wasn’t until I was thinking about having displays for my booth at the Farmer’s Market next year that it dawned on me: paint this icky thing and use it!
So that’s what I did.
I started with removing the wooden dowels (just hammered in) and cleaning the whole thing to make sure it was free of any dust and debris. After that, I thought long and hard about what it was telling me, and every time I looked at it I saw browns, blues, and greens.
I love swirls, so I tried to make it appear as if swirly, twisting branches had made their way all over the board. Next up, I added swirls of green, and eventually filled in with light blue, before “dotting” that blue with white and adding a darker blue “shadow” to give an appearance of sky, without being too obvious.
The final board turned out awesome!! I love the balance of the colors, the swirls, and the feel it adds to this board. Plus, the look fits the shape!
Next on the agenda: dowels! As mentioned above I’d removed all the dowels and set them aside.
After looking at the dowels and turning them over carefully, I realized they look just like little mushrooms, and immediately an image came to mind! I started with a white base…
And then added red tops and little spots. Adorable little mushroom dowels!!
And after I put them back in…
This board came right to life!!!! I can’t believe what a difference a little bit of paint looks! And choosing to turn the dowels into mushrooms was definitely the right direction! This would NOT have turned out so adorable had I not!!
I’m so proud of my new display board!! I can’t wait to set it up at our local Farmer’s Market next year and hang all my pretties from it!!
There’s a man in St. Louis who chooses to walk the streets and underpasses and back alleys and abandoned buildings of his city, all for the sake of photographing graffiti no one cares about seeing. These street artists aren’t famous. There aren’t any Banksy’s or Neck Faces, or Morely’s collected here; just the sweat and calloused hands and frozen fingers and dirty sleeves of normal men and women quietly screaming their visual poetry from a spray paint can. The St. Louis man captures these photographs from his smart phone and shares them on his Instagram, and if you ask him why he does it, he’ll shrug and say something about it feeling important to photograph the proof that these invisible artists once were there. And in his own way he too is an invisible artist, trying to share their stories for a crowd of only a few hundred that don’t even notice the beauty in the photos he’s conveying.
The path to creativity isn’t always easy, but it’s much less easy when you’re creating and no one cares. The famous ones, the ones with contracts, and business meetings, and lofts in The City, and gallery openings, and quotas to meet are the lucky few who get immediate satisfaction from those around them when they produce a unique idea. Then there are those who will never be famous, or noticed, or recognized, or legitimate, and will pass from this world into the next, with attics full of paintings, and sculptures, and songs their grandchildren will peddle at yard sales and flea markets for less than $5, if that.
There’s an invisible artist in each of us: a person sitting in the corner of our souls pouring everything into creation, accepting the possibility that those creations will be cast aside by the Industry, if ever picked up at all. And we think we know the Industry, and we think we see the Industry in its dark, corner office, and large mahogany desk, with a cigar burning slowly, a tight suit, and glossy eyes. But I think instead the Industry is a tired woman with sore feet, tending over numerous children, trying to make ends meet, and having to say “no” to the homeless man that begs for work or someone who can take him to Phoenix, on the side of the interstate.
And you might just one day be the Industry too, if time and circumstances provide you such opportunity. And despite your humble beginnings as a translucent waif, circling the edges of success, starving for its meat, you’ll take that blessed opportunity with two hands and both feet and you’ll find yourself turning away and pretending not to notice the other waifs now dancing around your circle, because you see now you just haven’t the time to give them a leg up.
I want you to remember one thing about your existence, though. I want you to recall one thought as you sit in your musky corners, churning out poetry, and theater, and music, and dance, and art, and even life: don’t forget to eat. Don’t starve your Invisible Artist. Don’t neglect your spirit of creativity, just because no one else believes it’s there. Feed your Invisible Artist the bread of Hope, nurse it with herbs of Faith, and carry it forward on legs of Resilience. See your Invisible Artist for who it is and love it dearly.
For if it dies invisible to the world, it matters not. Do not be invisible to yourself, and you’ll have lived a richer life than mountains of money and success could ever have given you. This is my hope for you. This is my hope for me. This is my hope for us all.
For my third tote ever, I really wanted to do something special for my Mom. About a month ago I painted a picture of a Rooster playing guitar and being generally awesome for her, and that painting inspired me to make my Mom a matching bag for the painting. I’d found two red t-shirts at the thrift store in really good condition, so I went to work make her tote!
I knew I wanted to make a tote with an outer shell and inner lining, so having two shirts was ideal. I measured the shirts, cut them down, inverted them, and sewed the sides and bottom, making each one 20 inches wide and square. After this, I attempted my first pocket in the inner lining, and while it didn’t turn out pretty, it works, so I’m taking the win! I placed the inner lining within the outer shell, pinned the two, and set it aside.
Next I did the straps. I measured them, cut them out, and folded each strap over on itself, effectively folding it in half. I sewed it closed and turned it inside out to hide the seam. Once they were done, I placed the strap ends between the outer shell and inner lining and proceed to sew the two together using a zig-zag stitch, sewing the straps into the tote as I did.
I don’t have pics from this first part because I always forget to stop and take photos as I’m working through. (I’ll be remedying this in future posts and projects.) However, here’s the bag after I finished the initial structure.
The two t-shirts were actually a bit different in color, but it’s not *that* noticeable, so I refuse to be bothered by it! In the future, however, when making this kind of tote, I’m going to find two fabrics that are different, but coordinate, so I can make a reversible bag!
I knew I wanted to attach some sort of fabric to the top of the bag to make it stand out a bit more. Initially I went to the thrift store looking for something black and white; maybe black and white gingham or black and white polka dots. But, the thrift store didn’t have anything like that this go ’round. Instead I picked up a plaid skirt I planned on making a dress out of. I knew I’d be cutting a lot off the bottom of the skirt and once I had, I realized it matched the bag perfectly, and it was pleated!
Very carefully, I pinned the pleated layers down and lined them up at the top of my tote. Like the rest of the bag, I used a zig-zag stitch. I was tempted to use black thread, but I knew it would stand out too much on the inside of the tote, and I felt it would take away from the over all look and feel of the bag.
So, the red thread it was and it turned out really well!
Initially I was going to add a heat transfer of the rooster painting to the front, but after looking at it and thinking it over, it just didn’t feel right. I love the simplicity of this bag and I really think it didn’t need the additional picture.
I love this bag! Nearly everything about it turned out exactly as I hoped it would, and it gave me a really good idea of what I want people to come to expect out of the things I create. I’m so, SO proud of this. I’m always proud of what comes about, but this one was just another reminder that I’m definitely doing what’s right for me.
And best of all, my Mom loved it. <3