Moon Myth continues to grow

Here's how page 4 ended up (for now) ...

Working from this base ...

Then adding strips of cloth, some leftover from the pennant I dream of a world where love is the answer made for Mo's project ...

The honest studio tour

I'm jumping on the honest studio tour bandwagon begun by Dee Mallon and seconded by Deb Lacativa.

To give it a bit of perspective, you should know that Don and I live in a two bedroom house with all of about 1800 square feet. It's not a stretch to say that my "studio" flows through more than half that space (much more, Don would say).

The epicenter is my thread nest, aka overstuffed rocker and matching armchair, which are actually pretty tidy at the moment ..

It is overseen by pieces from Don's garage studio and gifts from Kindred Spirits, including the aforementioned Dee, plus Anna Lisa, Louise, Barry ...

Hazel ...

Jude and Sue, currently tangled up in Deb's threads ...

plus a bit of overflow into our third (rarely used) armchair, from which one can espy gifts from Mo and Grace and Fiona ...

And really, that should be enough. But wait, there's more! My cloth storage facility resides in the master bedroom ...

Likewise overseen by yet more gifts made by Bronwyn, Saskia, Fiona and Sandy, in a nest from Gillan ...

When I'm "into" a project, the cloth often ends up like this ...

although I aspire to emulate Marie Kondo-style folding ...

I do confess to owning a 1970s vintage Kenmore sewing machine, but it doesn't get used much ... 

Our bedroom also holds a craft supply pantry ...

and bookshelf ...

both of which overflowed into other spaces long ago.

So on to the master bath which doubles as my ironing room ...

where the one-time vanity holds an array of stuff ...

Likewise the laundry room, because nature abhors the vacuum of horizontal surfaces ... 

Then there's the tech center, which includes a nifty HP scanner/printer/copier (and yes, that's the master bedroom again) ...

wirelessly connected to the laptop that comes out every morning as I journey through blog-land after reading the Austin American Statesman online for breakfast ...

accompanied by the white-hot heat of early morning Texas sun streaming through the front door.

Last, but not least, my traveling studio, aka stitch bag is currently sitting on the other end of the dining room table ...

with the piece of Barry's metalwork artistry that began my journey into peace gifting, seen here peeking out from beneath my latest (and previously unblogged) bit of cloth revision.

Phew, enough is enough.

Tag ... you're it!

Past is prologue

I'm working on a project right now ...

I'd call it a commission, but as I have declined any monetary compensation, it is better considered a gift.

The full story will be told later, but this is the back story of its making (quite literally, as this is indeed the back) ...

I am stitching eyelet initials on a vintage handkerchief, which is most likely linen. Originally I was attempting to stitch the initials in an imitation of the font on a wedding invitation, but the results looked amateurish. I tried and tried with every fiber in my cloth pantry: fine linen thread, cotton floss, plied silk untwisted into a single strand. I tried split backstitch and plain backstitch. I tried different fonts. Nada.

It had everything to do with the handkerchief. So after a design consult with my oldest daughter, I decided to go back to my colonial marking stitch roots and headed out to stock up on supplies. Seeking the finest silk possible, I asked for direction from a helpful employee at Needleworks in Austin. Peering at the proffered handkerchief she opined "70 count?" 

"Probably," I replied (while making a mental note to check the count later) and then went on to select four silks and three needles to try ...

The John James needles, usually my go-to needles of choice, were quickly eliminated. Likewise the first three silks, of which one was too white, another too fuzzy, the third too heavy. The last silk tried was best, hugging the gossamer strands of the (confirmed) 80-count handkerchief. Even so, the crossed stitches sat too high on the cloth.

And so, eyelets ... each composed of eight stitches ... each stitch ideally worked over three gossamer strands of the handkerchief ... or two, or four (it's hard to tell sometimes) ...

The camera focus shuddered on this last image, moving in and out, much as my eyes do while working. Thank goodness I'm as near-sighted as I am. Even so, I can't work more than a few hours at a time. I'm on day four or five at this point.

All this (and the full story yet to be told) awakened me this morning with a thought. So I pulled out the wicker basket in the back of our closet, dug down to the bottom, and unfolded a sheet-wrapped bundle to try this on ...

I can honestly say I weigh the same as in 1977, but these days the zipper couldn't possibly be closed without tearing something. Sadly, gravity and childbearing seem to have moved significant portions of my anatomy south.

So I'll leave you with this vintage image instead ...

and a promise to tell more of how this project came to be ... later, when it is done.

  

Speaking of time

This was the original page 2, but it works much better as page 3 ...

With thanks to Deb Lacativa for the variegated grays ...

A new(er) page 2

As I stitched what was supposed to be page 3 of Moon Myth, the story began to rearrange itself. And so page 3 became page 2 ...

As expected, that in turn influenced page 1 ...

The new page 2 owes much to the artistic influence of Hazel Monte at Handstories, being strewn with stars (which is absolutely harder to do than she makes it look) ...

But as I held the cloth in hand, it became clear the the beautifully figured bit of Deb Lacativa cloth was woefully unstable in its reverse appliquéd state. So I added more bits of Deb's cloth and stitched them down with Deb's magical thread, which is currently available here (but going fast) ...

Once again channeling Hazel's modus operandi as best I could, I ended up with a serviceable Mother Earth ...

Thank goodness for Kindred Spirits!

Rough drafting

I learned the hard way that it's best to check assumptions sooner rather than later. So I'm now testing my scanning and photo-editing for the Moon Myth pages, which are in various stages of completion. Note: the cloths have not yet been blocked, so these images are rough indeed ...

Page 1 - Sun and Moon

Page 2 - Father Time

Page 3 - Mother Earth and Moon

Page 4 - Day 1 Sunset

Page 5 - Day 2 Rainstorm

Page 8 - Day 11 Thunderstorm

Page 15 - The End

Standing up

Today's post is rather random.

There's Don's latest, which made good use of the stash from this post:
http://imgoingtotexas.blogspot.com/2018/05/slow-down.html ...

And while it has been called both shaman and totem during its becoming, to me it is the Keeper ...

Guardian of the grasses ...

And then there's Jace, building ...

Wonder where he gets it from.

And we attended a Families Belong Together rally today, here caught in the background of a local Facebook video.  ...

I know it's better to use fewer words on posters, but I couldn't resist the Declaration of Independence ...

I saw a better sign later, as I scanned for news of other rallies ... wish I had snapped a screenshot. It said something like, "I couldn't tell my grandson that I did nothing."

Anyway, about 150 folks showed up in Kerrville. One of the advantages of a small town rally was parking one block from City Hall and being able to stand under a tree (hmmm ... guess that's two advantages). 

As we stood by the roadside, signs in hand, Don leaned over and said, "I just hope no one gets ticked off enough to decide to drive up over the curb."

"It already crossed my mind," I replied. "I'm standing where I can dive behind that wall."

Paranoia aside, more folks drove by with thumbs up than thumbs down. And if most of the ralliers were rightly characterized as aging hippies, I was heartened by the young family who stood beside us. 

Hoping for a better day ... working together as best we can ...

Maybe not so random after all.

A solution (or two) for Blogger folks

The blog community is an ongoing wonder and delight. Recent changes in Blogger resulted in a cessation of email notifications about new comments. Now a fix has emerged, detailed below.

But first, credit to Fiona at Paper Ponderings, who credits Annick at zotvanletters, who in turn credits Ulrike at Ulkau. Amazing, right?

So here's the fix.  I've added a few more steps to make it crystal clear (I hope)

1. Go to the Blogger dashboard
2. Click on Settings in the left sidebar
3. Click on Email in the left sidebar
4. Delete your email address from the Comment Notification Email box
5. Click the Remove link below the empty box
6. Click Save Settings in the upper right hand corner
7. Click the Comment Notification Email Add link
8. Type your email address in the box
9. Click Save Settings again
10. Go to your email account where you will find an email titled "Comment subscription request"
11. Open the email and click the Subscribe link

Happy days!

I also (finally) figured out how to back up my blog (can't believe I risked waiting this long)

1. Go to the Blogger dashboard
2. Click on Settings in the left sidebar
3. Click Other in the left sidebar
4. Click the Back up to content button
5. Save to your computer and handle as you would any document download

Lest I forget

Back in 2009 the focus of this blog was on food. My daughters were recently married, so phone calls seeking recipes were not uncommon. After a year or so, "it's on the blog" became a more frequent response ... or "I'll put it on the blog."

Eventually, Meliss put many of the recipes into book form ...

with this acknowledgement ...

These days, new "recipes" happen (and I use the term "recipe" as loosely as I measure). Thus it was last night that I texted my daughters with news about the latest "recipe" and promised to put it here ...

Bahn Mi my way (for two)

Slice one pork tenderloin into 1" thick steaks and marinate in the fridge for a couple of hours using this Food Netwrok inspired concoction:

2 Tbs soy sauce or tamari

2 Tbs grated fresh ginger (or tubular minced ginger)

1-2 Tbs ginger chile sauce

1 clove of garlic, grated or minced

1 tsp sesame oil

1 Tbs light brown sugar

Feel free to change quantities and/or add other ingredients (fish sauce, red pepper flakes, lemongrass ... whatever)

Prep sandwich fillings while meat is being grilled to medium rare-ish (pink in the middle, charred on the outside)

Cilantro leaves (lots)

Matchstick carrots

Thin slices of cucumber (seedless)

Thin slices of poblano or jalapeño 

Whisk together a dressing

2 Tbs garlic chile sauce

1 Tbs fresh ginger

Sesame oil to taste

Cut 3 soft crusty rolls in half and pull out some of the middle (to make room for sandwich filling)

Lightly coat with mayo and griddle until lightly toasted.

Dress with a little more mayo.

Thinly slice half the pork (reserve the rest for leftovers ... to be served on coconut rice with more of the aforementioned toppings plus chopped nuts and/or toasted coconut)

Fill one half of each roll with cucumber and cilantro, fill the other half with carrots and chili peppers. Top with pork slices and drizzle with chili/ginger/sesame dressing to taste. Fold halves together and attempt to eat neatly (good luck with that).

Particularly good with Nigori sake.