Category Archives: finer crafts
This wreath was, for a change, easy to make. It’s made out of pages of the Financial Times on the first day of the market crash back in ’08. How prescient was I that I bought the Financial Times that day? Not that prescient, as my 401k statements will attest to. I think I bought the paper because it had an interesting pink hue.
I love this wreath. I love the mixed message concept of it — hundreds of little green army men… are they in the killing fields, in a big sticky pig pile of carnage? Or is their service being commemorated? Whichever way you read it, yes, that is exactly what I intended.
These wreaths — I currently have three of them for sale — take forever to make I hand glue each figure in place. It takes hours. This one sports a ‘ribbon’ made out of hospital gauze.
I will color correct later. I will not share with you the drama of getting my phone’s gallery to talk to my Mac. Oy.
This was built from an antique plate owned, and at some point broken, by my dear pal Amanda. It used to be her mother’s. The whole idea behind this wreath is twofold; to reflect the ‘potterry’ or things broken in a less than tranquil domestic setting, and how we still try to reassemble the pieces. It may come out looking totally different, but it’s still OK. So in a sense, it’s a romantic piece, despite all the very sharp edges. It also weights A TON.
I have another ‘broken pottery’ wreath, the second one a more Xmas-y color theme (white, green, red); both will be on sale at the Bizarre Bazaar this weekend. Get’em before I break them and build something different out of the pieces.
Well, here’s one of the three stockings I’ll be selling this season. There’s a virtual ‘lump’ of coal, and then it’s spelled out for the more literal among us. Cheap! at $5.
styrofoam and broken glass. It symbolizes how messed up we are, ecologically speaking. My concept was to make a lot of these for Christmas, but you might be surprised to learn that there’s not a heckuva lot of blue glass out there. Green, tons. Blue, not so much.
From one of those days when I got frustrated with the limitations of being a woman: you get paid crap, you are supposed to be sweet and nurturing, your temper’s acceptable only if it leads to great make-up sex.
The slipper’s make out of crushed broken glass. Just imagine have *this* baby jammed on your foot.
I’ll be here with Bethany Ericson, studio mate at the posh Boston Ave. digs. Bethany will be exhibiting her enchanting tufted monster/mermaid/bear/ etc. felt ornaments; I’ll have six wreaths for sale — three made out of green plastic soldier men, two broken pottery wreaths (very sharp!), and one made from a crumpled Financial Times from the first day of the financial crash in ’08…