Friday, February 25, 2011

quilted purses

The weather has been absolutely gorgeous here for the last couple of weeks! I've been busy working on a pattern for purses.  My idea is that I would like to have a purse inside a purse. Sort of like Purse Underware....One purse has all your stuff and can be lifted out and put directly into another purse in the blink of an eye.  Makes it easy to change purses, and to keep keys, cell phone and sunglasses close at hand and within easy reach.
Let me know what you think!

Portable purse that fits inside the others...

Front of Pink purse

inside of portable purse..

Brown purse

Ipad fits in pocket!

I love the orange lining...

Poppy purse...

Gold lining with portable purse inside...

All purses with portable purse.

Small Net Book Computer fits in all purses.
Portable purse slides in and our of all purses easily.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

God Bless Sisters!

Janie is my new organizational goddess!
I will not only be able to get all my quilting fabrics out of the closet, but I will be able to see exactly what is in my stash BEFORE I shop! I can pull out a fabric or put it back without disturbing the others.   A friend gave Ted this beat up ol' file cabinet, I got out my trusty dusty spray paint...and VIOLA!!!

Monday, February 7, 2011

I've been thinking....

    I was blessed by being born into a very large family. Three sisters and two brothers.  Everyone in my family is an artist. I know that if any of them reads this post, there will be a snort of derision over that statement. 
    I was talking to a total stranger the other day in a fabric store.  She overheard me talking about making hand dyed fabric and 'landscape' quilting and asked me if I were a 'fiber artist'.  I, of course, said "No way! I just play at being one!"  Ever since that conversation, I've been thinking about what it means to be an artist....
   What is the definition of art?  To my mind it is simply any creation that causes the viewer to react in some way, or feel something.    Whether that feeling is dismay, fear, joy, or any of a myriad of things....doesn't created a feeling in you or someone else and expanded your horizons in some way.
     When one gets into a frenzy of cleaning the house and ends up rearranging the furniture...that is your inner artist at work.  Don't you wait for someone (hubby, child, sister, mom) to come in and react to what you have created?  When you have made something.... a dress, a quilt, a scrapbook page, a sparking clean house, you are an artist!
     Would I admit to anyone today that I am a "fiber artist"? No way!  That would be embarrassing and I don't have to tell everyone everything I know....
    Now, I'm off to finish a work of art!