March 20, 2009
What fun I had gabbing on the webcam last night about cool stuff I would like to buy on Etsy. The audience “sits” in virtual seats in the virtual auditorium, and they can “clap” and “spin” (which real audiences can’t really do that easily). It tickled me to see that at the beginning, people kept moving around in search of a better seat. Like it mattered, you know? The Etsy auditorium is like Radio City: there are no bad seats. The show is on your computer screen.
When I arrived, there was a giant cardboard owl in front of the elevator on the 6th Floor. I considered it an auspicious omen. Julie gave me a tour of the place, which is large, and rakishly industrial to the point of making me feel like an old lady who has become a bit too attached to her wall-to-wall carpeting, if you know what I mean.
The mellow, painterly light of Sunset On Flatbush.
We did not go in this door. I think this is where they keep the radioactive crafts.
I had a fab time. If Etsy ever has an opening for Den Mother, I would like to apply. See a short version of my picks here. Thank you, Etsy fans and friends. (I’ve got plenty of owls now.)
We had a snow shower this morning.
I made a dishcloth last night going to and from Etsy; finished it up watching the Prez on Leno. Not sure I approve of the POTUS appearing on late night teevee. (Prolly my old lady/carpeting thing acting up again. Dignity! Decorum! What has become of me? What’s next? A pocketbook on my wrist, containing rain hat and pack of Clorets?)
I’m handquilting a doll-sized, flag-shaped quilt using some of my sweet little stash of Liberty fabrics. Resisting urge to stick a photo on it. Remember Mason-Dixon Rule Number Whatever: Just because you can, does not mean you should.
Seriously, it’s not that hard to resist the urge, because my inspiration is this amazing quilt, which (despite lack of photos stuck on it) won the big prize for British quilts in 2008:
Liberty Jack, by Janey Forgone. Isn’t it something? (YouTube about it here.)
Now that I’ve done a riff on the US flag, I can see that the diagonals are crucial to the Liberty Jack’s sense of movement and vibration. (A British fussbudget pal has informed me that it’s the Union Flag; it’s only a “Jack” when it’s flying on a ship. Who knew?)
This is for Carrie’s wall. I had intended to fill up her wall by doing a mini-quilt every month, but somehow that hasn’t happened. This one was meant for January; I’m hoping to blast through it this weekend, now that the perforations on my left fingers are callusing over nicely.
Happy weekend everybody!