Monday 15 October 2012 These are all moments from my Monday, always a busy day juggling many balls.
I had a deadline to meet today and so the weekend was centred around trying to ensure that I made it. I am finding that I am not very good at clocking off come Friday afternoon or any afternoon for that matter: boundaries have never been my strong point.
Some of my bits and pieces will, fingers crossed, be included in this years Christmas Guide in The (sydney) Magazine. There are no guarantees of course and that's okay. You have to trust that everything happens in divine order and so if amazing press opportunities like this come off that's wonderful; if not, you know that you have tried your best and that something even better is around the corner. Just call me Pollyanna.
These are thread remnants from my linen throws so beautifully dyed by Shibori. My Mother ( I called her in for reinforcement) and I spent the better part of the weekend de-threading the throws so they look as "clean" as they possibly can. Just like her daughter, my Mum finds respite in such menial labour. We make a very good team. Sometimes we talk, sometimes not. We drink tea, we sip wine. We secret some chocolate. It's all good. But this kind of work is also extremely tiring. It's also extremely messy. My lovely white floors took on a decidedly indigo look by Sunday evening and my fingernails are still blue. It felt like we were living in a Smurf Village.
So here are the goodies I sent out to Press today. I hope you like them.
I've been trying to get some cushion covers organised for a while now. It has taken me a good amount of time to find buttons that I actually liked. They had to be natural of course and they also needed to justice to the beautiful wool hand spun for me by Cathy James in Tasmania.
Like my throws and blankets, each cushion is completely unique.
I have made the cushions in a beautiful merino white, smokey grey and a chocolate delicious enough to eat. There is a lot involved in a hand knitted and hand made cushion cover and I have to admit that I did not find the process as satisfying as knitting one of my other woollies. I wonder if it was the smaller scale that I found less appealing. Perhaps it was just that the process is relatively new to me and I am yet to know how they will be received: my insecurities at play I'm sure.
I sent off one of our new Little Dandelion/Shibori linen throws. I lost count of the number of hours that went into making this throw. At 9.30 pm on a Monday evening after plugging away at it all weekend, it feels like a billion hours. But honestly, there are more than 50 hours of handiwork in one of these throws. They truly are something special.
I am very proud to be able to display these two labels side by side. In dealing with Pepa Martin and Karen Davis, I feel like I have tapped into some greater wisdom and I feel very privileged to be part of their story.
Look at this colour and the divine detail of the linen fabric. I could look at this picture for hours. It's all in the detail. What on earth does that say about me? Perhaps it's best you don't answer.
And here it is. Such beauty. All day long this sea green beauty has been reminding me of an old ryhme that I just couldn't quite remember: something about pea green, a boat and the sea. One of my lovely Viral Randoms, Margie Rahmann quickly cleared it up for me. Do you remember Edward Lear's "The Owl and the Pussy Cat"?
"The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea in a beautiful pea green boat. They took some honey and plenty of money, wrapped up in a 5 pound note."
That's what I should call this throw - The Owl and the Pussycat.
I wonder what Edward Lear would think of that???
And finally my cotton rope basket. I know you've seen this before but I have finally cast this lovely out into the big world. It actually takes a lot for me to do that you know because it is important to me that my creations are beautiful and well resolved. Fortunately, I am surrounded by loved ones of infinitely discerning taste and I rely greatly on them for their honest feedback. This basket passed the test and so out it goes. Good luck rope basket. I hope you are well received.
Tea time for this duck. Good night everyone. Jac x