Ellen Anne Eddy's Thread Magic Studio: January 2011

Monday, January 10, 2011

In Praise of Pockets!

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Ellen, Birdy and Ivy

"What has it got in it's pocketses?"
Golum's riddle to Bilbo the Hobbit

I'm from a story telling family. My mother was Irish. She had many shortfalls, but she could embroider a story until it glowed silver and gold. My father, being of English blood almost never spoke at all.But he read constantly. And when I was a child they both read constantly to me.

One of my mother's favorites was Katie No-Pocket.This child's delight is about a kangaroo who has no pockets and a very tired out baby who she can't always hold when she's traveling. She discovers aprons in her travels and has so many pockets she carries all the other neighbor animals as well.

I think the stories we tell are cement that could fix the world. The stories we tell ourselves can change our fears and our expectations of ourselves and of the world. The stories we tell our children meld theirs. We should always tell stories, but I think we need to understand that they are powerful and wildly unexpected forces. Certainly they teach us how to turn our daily woes into wows.

I know there are somewhere, neat little girls who grow up to be neat adults. I never was one. I made mud pies. I still kind of do. So aprons are a huge part of my life. I don't need an apron to cover my waist or my front. Preferably the 360 degree cover all is what's required. I love aprons for that reason.

But best of all, THEY HAVE POCKETS!

I can lose almost anything. I lose things in front of me as a specialty. So anything I need all day goes into my pocket. My phone, my daily do list, my pen, dog cookies, a rotary cutter, a snack, a book, a flash drive, my camera,the TV remote. But it's all there, somewhere. I have my scissors clipped on at my neck. If it's on my body, it's not lost.

Does that sound like a big pocket? Well, yes. And it does clank.

Here's my favorite apron pattern. I make 6 of these every six months and have them hanging in my kitchen. When they get tattered, I take them to the kitchen and garden. I do make the pockets bigger ( imagine that!)

The only downside to this pattern is that it takes 6 yards of bias. I cut mine from a bias tube (in whatever yummy fabric I want) and put it on with a serger with fusible thread in the lower looper.

You'll find several great kinds of fusible thread at The Cotton Club

You'll find instructions for no-hand-stitch bias on a serger in my booklet, Machine Binding Techniques.

You'll find my favorite apron pattern here or at your local pattern store. My Favorite Apron Pattern
You'll find other apron patterns here.
Search Amazon.com for apron patterns for women

You'll also find Katy No-Pocket (Sandpiper) at Amazon.com. Read it for yourself or share it with your babes. It's a story that changes worlds.

Get ready to get messy and not lose anything. How good is that? The book should fit in your pocket.

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In Praise of Pockets!

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Ellen, Birdy and Ivy

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Sunday, January 2, 2011

Broken Clocks

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It would help if I were better at ladders.Like my cat Momo, I have gravity issues. I can get up there but there's no grace getting down. And if I ask the dogs to spot me, it's much worse if I fall on them, rather than just splatting myself on the floor.
So a stopped clock is a real problem. And I have three of them in the house and studio at this point.

That makes time an internal process. It's interesting when your time is wholly internal. Time is always elastic. It stretches through moments and flies in odd ways. Without a clock in charge it can't be trusted. I slide into this laziness that isn't watching the clock. The time creeps and runs at the same time and I find my time eroded in irrelevancy.

Except for the moments when time stops and bathes in creativity. These pieces were several I designed in an afternoon where, for reasons I don't understand, I sat down to one of these and had 6 of them planned when I was done. And I'd only blinked thrice.

Some days I tie myself to my machine with stories and songs, to keep in in a grid-like process. The clock reminds me that if this is my job, I should put in the time to do it.

Then there are those moments when time stolen and stopped, makes all the space art need.

Does it happen if I don't hold the course? I still need to find my way through the studio door, over to my machine or cutting table. But every so often, my broken clocks measure the time in the only way creative time can be measured. In what pours out.

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