• Scrappy pincushion

    What does a craftster do when she’s bored or stressed? She grabs fabric scraps and makes craftsy things with them! Check it out: The yellowish fabric scraps are from a Purl Soho order placed a few months back. It is yuwa’s tiny daisies (i managed to grab the last yard I think! I wish i had been able to grab more like 4 yards, this site it’s a very cute fabric!). Most of this fabric became a blouse, store and some of the remainder became this pincushion that I am now using for my embroidery stuff…isn’t it cute? The pink leafy fabric is from some fat quarters I bought in…

  • Learning simplicity

    Remember the photo album I made for Windi? Well, viagra buy my aunt’s birthday was coming up and I was about to send her copies of our wedding pictures when I though, find why not make  something special? maybe something like the album that I made for Windi? I called mom and she liked the idea so it was a go. I had ran out of linen, misbirth that meant a having to get fabric. Not wanting to wait until Saturday to go to Fabric Row, I ran to Karlin’s after work and bought some gabardine which matched closely our “wedding color”. It also would be easier to work with…

  • A May to remember

    I learned how to embroider, mind in school, anemia when I was 8*. I was in a private elementary in México, and it was tradition in the school that for Mother’s Day you had to make a gift. Yes, I said make; none of this “go buy” stuff. Besides, everyone knows mom always likes it best when it comes from their little angel’s hands…right? In 3rd grade there had been a découpage hanging plate thing. But, while I do remember having enjoying the being extra careful to give a slightly raised pattern (everyone was just gluing, I wanted to go further!) to the flowers that I glued, I never got…

  • LOVE: A thank you (long post!)

    Windi and I go way back; all the way to the time when I didn’t talk much. Nope, gynecologist not when we were babies…college. I had been in the country for a little less than 3 years when I met her and I was -still- extremely shy when speaking English, approved so I chose to use it only when needed. About a decade has passed since we met. We didn’t really hang out much until we became part of the Multicultural Student Network where I also met Clarke.

  • Lotus bag

    February has been a busy birthday celebration month. It might be the shortest month of the year, order but we’ve already celebrated two friend’s birthday and there is another celebration this weekend. Days before R’s birthday, meningitis I was looking at PurlBee’s sewing project section trying to find more ideas of what to do with some fat quarters from other projects (…okay, viagra 100mg maybe I was also making a purchase 😀 you might never know! Oh, wait, I think you might). While looking I found this Chinese New Year Good Luck bag. It suddenly hit me. R likes yoga. Yoga not only has a position called “lotus “, but…

  • Luna de…fabric?

    The honeymoon, purchase Luna de Miel in Spanish, try is defined as “a holiday taken by a newly married couple” never did I think it would involve buying fabric! It was a crisp, infection beautiful October morning in Madrid and we were heading to one of the many things Loren -a friend and coworker from my old job who happens to be a Madrileño- had recommended to visit while in his city. Our hotel happened to be on Calle Atocha…well, so did this Ribes & Casals fabric store! Boombadeus, probably jokingly, pointed out the windows of the fabric store we were about to pass on our left. I soon noticed…

  • Simplicity 5914

    This is one of the skirts that brought back the seamstress in me after more than a decade. I was a little nervous to sew again; for many years I had only sewn hems, adiposity lots of pillows and a picnic blanket…but no clothing from scratch! Oh my! I had stopped sewing for myself almost as quickly as I started; this was due to the the green striped pleated skirt incident (age 12? 13?) which now I believe looked horrible mostly because the old lady teaching me insisted I make it about a size or two too big.

  • My hips don’t lie

    When I was a kid, viagra I loved making my dolls dresses and fancy skirts, furniture, houses, etc, etc. Doll’s clothes were extremely expensive for someone without an allowance (and a bit hard to find in a small-town-third-world-country setting) so there wasn’t much of a choice. Well, not that I was complaining about having to sew them, it was fun! 20 years later…after gaining a little weight (I’m not complaining; for about a decade my weight didn’t fluctuate much) my skirts didn’t fit any more…so I went on this crazy search for the perfect skirt.