Goldenrod
Something I'm stitching for an upcoming open studios event. More details closer to the date, I promise/scout's honor.
And locals, RiverRun Bookstore has copies of Oh My Godmother: The Glitter Trap that I signed if you're interested. Thanks to the nice folks there for having me a few weeks back!
Also: happy weekends.
Hoot, Hoot
I'm designing fabrics for Christmas presents, skirts for my nieces. A few weeks back, I asked my sister to do some reconnaissance work for me and suss out her kiddos' dream fabrics. So far I have requests for robots, ballerinas and owls (but sadly no robot owl ballerinas).
Anyhow, here's the owl fabric in progress and a tank top mockup. Because even though it was 48 degrees this morning, a girl can dream (you hear that, Mother Nature).
*Edit: After posting this, I kept trying to think where in my brain barn owls were buried and then I remembered. You're welcome, internets.
*Edit: After posting this, I kept trying to think where in my brain barn owls were buried and then I remembered. You're welcome, internets.
Autumnal
I haven't done a "What I Wore Today" illustration in awhile, so here you go, internets. The illustration leaves it a little unclear, but the shoes I have on are covered in silver glitter. GLITTER! Sorry for that momentary outburst, but if glitter doesn't beget hyperbolic enthusiasm then what have we become?
And since Sunday is the autumnal equinox, Happy (almost) Fall.
Thursday-ing
A window in my schedule means I'm doing a lot of experimenting these days. As far as a success rate, I'd say 90% has gotten drop-kicked into the trash and 10% seems to be moving in the right direction. And that's a ratio I'm okay with. But before I forget:
* If you haven't watched Kingdom, you need to. Now. It is kind and it is hilarious, but if you needed more convincing, there is Stephen Fry.
* I'll be signing copies of The Glitter Trap at RiverRun Bookstore in Portsmouth, New Hampshire on Saturday, September 21. More details here.
The Riddle of Mathilde Martin
Mathilde had made up her mind to go see Madame Odile again. Madame was bound to have the answer to the riddle. She had the answer to everything.
But of course such a visit would require payment, a debt of pain au chocolat for services rendered. So as soon as school ended, Mathilde ran for the corner bakery, hoping against hope the baker would not have sold out of the pastries.
And as luck would have it, he had not.
