I’m seriously into stamping and also bow ties

No guys, seriously. STAMPING. I ran into Deserres the other day and sort of barked “stamp…making things! Where?”

The counter guys didn’t seem phased, just pointed me in the right direction and I wandered into a whole new world. I bought Speedycut lino blocks, and fabric paint, and a lino cutter set, and then immediately set to work on projects.

This translates into me ripping off the packaging of all my new things and sort of staring at them, asking them (telepathically) “how do you work and how”. It’s a process. Eventually I just picked up the pointy things and made a huge mess. The second try was better. Loads better. I’ve now made three stamps and they’re all beautiful (this is subjective, because I’m biased).

Taking it to the next level: stamping self-drafted pattern pieces with self-carved stamps….how did it come to this. How.

So of course, I can’t just stamp normal things. I have to stamp, like, really complicated things. It was my dad’s birthday a few weeks ago, and he’d been complaining that I keep making bow ties for other people, but not for him. My dad, he does not wear bow ties. Ever. If he must wear a tie, he wears his bright red tie with spinnakers all over it (colourful sails for sailboats). He’s a sailing man, so I figured this would be an appropriate rival for the spinnaker tie.

Light, navy cotton with swiss dots is pretty sweet for bow ties in general, but turns out stamping little white sailboats all over the fabric after cutting out the pieces was the best idea. The fabric paint cured after five minutes under the iron, and then I was away to the races! Sewed it all up, and here’s the finished product:

Ta-da! Birthday present for father. He was pleased.

Ta-da! Self-tied bow tie for father. He was pleased. (Disclaimer: this is so not my dad in the photo. This is me.)

I’m really excited. I plan on stamping everything. Y’all better watch out. Nothing is sacred.

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No Excuses

You gotta be kidding me, I haven’t posted in a little under a month. Lots of things have happened! Exciting things, terrifying things, sad things, happy things, and life-altering things. I’ll do a bullet list for simplicity’s sake:

  • ArtsWells: Five days of running around relatively unshowered, mingling with musicians, drinking in the gorgeous scenery and shows, and managing a crazy merch shop for volunteer hours. Free tickets, guys. I only got injured once (rebar dropped on foot: bruised, bloody, but not broken), and we ate delicious vegetarian feasts every day. So much food. So many good people. So little clothing. I want to go back.
  • The End of School: My exam that I wrote the night I got back from ArtsWells was….uneventful (and by “uneventful” I mean “off-the-cuff and chock-full of the finest bullshit academia has ever seen). My other two classes were AWESOME. I aced my big papers, killed the finals, and generally was awesome. I made a thank-you card for that professor: should have taken photo, ’cause it was pretty sweet.
  • ArtsWells Recovery: It was difficult. It was. All I wanted was coffee and a hug. Every five minutes. Also a strange aversion to showering regularly, and a affinity for office dance parties to the $97 of merch CD’s I bought. Well, there were poetry books and a poster, too, but…
  • Piercings/Armageddon: I went and got my daith and tragus pierced on my left ear. As I’m still living at home (at twenty years old, not too shameful), I had hoped my parents would understand that I had pierced my ear (again) for some very personal reasons, but unfortunately, that was not the case. It was a ‘take them out, or get out of their house’ situation. So it’s back to the drawing board. I’ll be removing them tomorrow, a week after getting them done, in the interest of keeping a roof over my head. Pragmatism, guys.
  • Timeline for the Future: This leads into my next trick, moving out. It’s a thing that’s needed to happen for a while, but tensions are varying levels of high in my parents’ house, and it’s time to start seriously thinking of starting out in  the world by my lonesome. My timeline thus far is: travel in spring (Thailand and New Zealand), return to set-up job, work all summer, and move out just before fall semester. To fund the travelling, I’m hoping to get a job at the bookstore in my university for next semester, as they pay nice sums of money and work around your school schedule. I’m also going to be setting up an Etsy store and doing a few Christmas craft fairs to raise funds (and keep me creating). Wish me luck!
  • Bow ties: I made my fourth bow tie last week. I’ll post it as a project, but it’s real nice. I’ll be making another, for my dad’s birthday, tonight.
  • So how’s everyone out there? Have you been writing, creating, adventuring? I’ll be posting more often, in an effort to banish mood swings etcetera, because that shit’s no fun. Anyways. Keep being lovely. I love you all.

Love, Emily

On a Lighter Note: Caravan Palace and Spry Bry

On Friday, July 26th, I had the most incredible evening I’ve had in ages. It was drenched in sweat and euphoria and dancing, and it was wonderful. Here’s a couple samplers of what I was treated to:

Spry Bry. This guy. He plays violin amidst electro-swing backing tracks that he’s simultaneously mixing. So good.

 

And then , le piece de resistance, Caravan Palace. They were perfect. They did this routine, live, in front of my eyes, with the perfect mic pass-off and everything. I was unable to breathe at points, not because I wore a corset, but because they were so perfect. Just, perfect.

Please become hardcore fans so that we can gush together. Thank you.

Also, I found this artist, Laurent Chehere, who did a series of photographs called “Les maisons volantes”. Now, je ne parlais pas francais, but they’re beautiful flying houses. Just beautiful. Click on the flying circus tent to ogle more of his stuff (and peruse that whole website as well, there’s some crazy cool stuff there).

Laurant Chehere

Laurent Chehere

Carving a Space: Life Update

It might be better to crawl under my desk and wait for the next two days to pass. It’s Tuesday today, and I have a final exam tomorrow morning. Also two revised papers due. It’ll be fine. But I really can’t wait until Thursday, because I’m leaving! Packing up and leaving the suburbs and the city and trekking up to Wells, BC for the ArtsWells music festival.

I’m really, really excited to take part in the workshops at ArtsWells, and meet other volunteers at the merch table, and spend some quality time with myself and my forever friend Robin. It’ll be nice to be in a place where the only main worries I’ll have is a) getting to see all the acts I want to see and b) keeping the beer cold. I’m really looking forward to it.

Haven’t packed yet. I’m saving that for tomorrow evening. Laundry first, people.

I guess I’m hoping that a weekend away will put some distance between me and all the heavy emotional shit that I’ve been wading through, and also that it’ll inject some creativity back into my life. If a weekend among artists won’t do it, what will? I’m hoping that August will be a really creative, cathartic month for me. Gotta get some quality time with my canvas and paints in before school starts, right? Though I have applied to take an upper division creative writing course next semester, so hopefully that’ll keep me writing.

There’s a lot of things to look forward to, and I’m going to keep remembering that. Thanks to everyone in the WordPress community for being wonderful, witty, creative human beings, and to my friends, family, and partner for being so supportive and there for me throughout the past year. I’m looking forward to spending August with you.

blog rhytidectomy

So I decided we needed a facelift around these parts, and each theme I try has some shortcoming that I just can’t deal with. This one seems to be the least of all evils, but two things are bothering me:

1) the summarizing of the posts. Very nice, except the previews of all dem haikus and poetry stuff is now a conglomeration of seemingly unrelated adjectives (which it is in the first place, but it was intentional that way). 

2) I can’t get the pictures to show up in the previews, so no art for you until you click on the post. 

I’ll work on it a bit later. Everything’s still here, you just need to dig a little further to find it. (Still sewing. Everything is iced coffee.)

MC sketch

MC sketch

Pencil and ink (black fine-tip ballpoint). Things are getting out of hand. (apologies for the awful quality, my phone camera was all I had). Michelle, I hope you don’t mind me drawing you, your face is just too sketchable to resist.