Sunday, December 28, 2008
Here's a pin cushion that I made a few weeks back. Judging by the contents of my memo board, I was still writing my genetics report. I made it using toilet paper tubes, scrap fabric, beads, and nail polish. It's meant to be a desktop fixture, like a sand weighted tape dispenser, versus a handy go everywhere wristtop pin or tape dispenser.
Here are three beaded bracelets that I made for Robert to give his female Hopi relatives for Christmas. I need to remind him to mail those...He has two aunts and a grandma (So-oa). Maybe it's crude, but I used a lot of very earthy semi-precious gemstones on account that they're Hopi...Actually they're very proud and would probably appreciate that I selected materials with consideration to their culture. Oh wait, they'll just think Robert bought them some matching bracelets for Christmas.
Here's a sneak preview at a work in progress...
Indian cuisine is the food of gods...
...like me and Amarjit.
Here's Robert's turntable setup, complete with handmade dust cover and long sought after yard sale cabinet. I'll call them Christmas presents. I'm thinking I'll make some Snugglebunny facial features out of felt so that he can play Mr. Potatohead[Snugglebunny] with his dust cover.
An awesome Christmasy scene. That tree is just...amazing.
This amount of snowfall is considered unusual for the Pacific Northwest. Thank you climate change.
The three of us went playing in the snow while it was still crisp and powdery.
It's Snugglebunny's first Christmas. He was very excited to see snow for the first time, too.
The next day he woke up and wanted to put on his hat. So he put it on....
And bumped some Dilla while I made him...
...a matching Santa coat to go with his Santa hat!
Our whole Christmas was pretty much thrown together, but we managed to put up a cute little tree for everyone to enjoy.
I didn't actually finish it until Christmas night, when we put the star up (for everyone else, that's 4am the day after Christmas).
Snugglebunny put his hat up too.
Oh joy, Christmas excitement! Hooray! But oh, wait...
Then I go to Hawaii where, despite the beauty, it is horribly humid and muggy, I have no friends, and strangers give me ugly looks when they walk by. I smile nicely, and they just glare at my pale skin and black clothes, like, "What's your problem?? Get with the goddamn aloha spirit!"
I'm sooo home sick after only 30 hours, half of which were spent sleeping.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
This is a top made from scratch for my mom's Christmas present. It looks ok, and I'm sure she'll be really hung up on the workmanship. Her college major was fashion design and her life is criticism. First off, it's all sorts of wonky in terms of shaping. I used non-stretchy brocade on stretchy knit, so it sits above hips like mine. Her's might be narrower...she's smaller than me in general.
This is a qipao (pronounced chee pow) inspired top. It's extra long with 3/4 sleeves and an offset mandarin collar. As you can see, the characteristic diagonal closure is false and embellished with embroidered butterflies, which I'm still working on. I think it will get some attention on the plane.
Here's a full-length view of my beloved winter coat. I designed it using Chinese and European elements and had it tailored by Mr. Cao when I visited Shanghai during the summer of 2007. It's made from cashmere and fully lined with dragon printed silk/polyester.
Here is a not-so-Chinese design element. A pleat of dragon silk is laced up on the outside. The cord Mr. Cao used is actually the same dragon print silk used in the rest of the cord. He included many very fine details that I didn't even think to specify.
These silk inserts open up in the wind or when I walk. Those aren't very chinese either, but you can sort of see the two different kinds of buttons used.
Here's another picture of the buttons at the collar. The collar is worn high, like a mandarin collar. The butterfly frog closure at the top as well as the three at the bottom of the closure were made by hand by Mr. Cao using the fabrics featured in the rest of the coat. As you can see in the button hole, he inserted fancy uber couture tabs instead of just stitching it finished.
Here you can see the lining--printed all over with a dragon design, because I was born in the year of the dragon.
Here's the heartbreaking part. The very middle back of that beautiful dragon silk lining got all ripped up by my pants. There are little corners on my pockets and belt loops that wreaked havoc on that one part for some time. I asked a knowledgeable seamstress how to approach fixing the hole, and she told me I needed to completely replace the lining with some stronger fabric. Therefore I'm taking these pictures to the threadbanger forum for some better opinions.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
a bracelet for Robert's grandma, or so'oa since she's Hopi.
a drawstring giftbag.
was my dad's christmas present. supposed to be a blanket, but clearly not up to size :( it'll have to be a pillow case, but i'm not sure how to go about that.
turkey, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole
two pumpkin pies
gravy, vegetables, stuffing
a gorgeous rock specimen. it reminds me of modern art. the two intersecting blue cubes at the bottom are fluorite crystals. the bottom wedge shape is limestone. i don't know about the middle part. i'll be back with a side view.
I should be doing a lot of homeworks right now, but my most imminent worry was given an extension without me even asking. No worries, I'll get to the little things sometime tonight. Now is show and tell time. Here's a poem I saw on Russel Simmons Def Poetry sometime in highschool. The first stanza is my favorite.
|the rapper||all lyrics written by Sekou (tha misfit)|
I’m so f--kin’ rich I feel ill,
I got about a hundred mil in “dollar, dollar bills”
I got cream, I got scrill, I got Benjies, I got a hot record deal
I got a house up on the hill - yo, I’m for real!
I got a mansion and a Porsche, and a thorough-bred horse
And my own golf course and … what else… a Bentley, of course
And a Ferrari - naw f--k it, I got a Ferrari dealership
I’m so rich I bought my own jail for fools that steal my sh-t
I’m so paid I’ll buy your father Rolexes, your mom’s diamond necklaces,
And your girl Lexus-es
I’ll buy every female on your mom’s side of the family fake breast-eses
I’ll buy a whole IHOP just to eat two breakfast-ses
I’ll buy a Benz for my girl, Beamers for all my exes-es
And new scooters for all my exes kids - but the truth is. . .
I got freaks for every hour of every day of the week
I got Motel 6 hoes and dimes that stay in the suite
My bedrooms like a revolving door, revolving whores
A revolving chicken head store - but the truth is. . .
I pack the most heat on the block
Got an arsenal with everything from Glocks to Tomahawks
I speak the language “Buyaka!” “Buck! Buck!”
And all that gun jargon and rhetoric
You’re head’ll split open, bullets poking holes in your residence
I don’t know big words, but I know numbers and measurements
Like .45, .22, and 9 millimeter
That’ll leave a crack in your spine ‘bout 9 centimeters - but the truth is. . .
I don’t have a gun.
I don’t love these hoes. I don’t trust these hoes.
I f--k these hoes, I crush these hoes, I lust for these hoes
I’m forever rushing these hoes to let me bust in these hoes
Never buying nothing plush for these hoes
I do enough for these hoes, every chance I get
I go out of my way to call em bitch
And ho, and chicken, slut and trick and cunt
Seems to be what the average hip-hop consumer wants - but the truth is. . .
I respect women.
Of all ya’ll hard thugs I’m the hardest
Leave your ass dearly departed, or severely retarded
I’ll kill your wife, I’ll kill your dog, I’ll kill your turtle
I’ll kill your kids, I’ll kill your kids’ future kids
Then spit some cliché bullsh-t like:
“That’s just how it is…”
I’m hard - hard as the eyes of killer, hard as the hands of a slave,
I’ve never known love, and never been afraid,
I’m hard as a body that’s dead, hard as a convicts bed,
Hard as my d--k when I’m getting head - but the truth is. . .
See, the emcee is the one who’ll whisper the truth.
The rapper is the one who’ll holla the lies.
So don’t act surprised at what your daughter knows when she’s five
Just blame it on the bullsh-t that you buy - look what you’ve done…
Friday, December 5, 2008
Here's what you need:
two strips of compatible fabrics, 60" wide by 16"
sewing machine or a tolerance for hand sewing
Take your two strips of fabric and pin them right sides together.
Sew along the long edges, leaving the short edges open.
Turn the tube right side out.
Lay your scarf on a flat surface, folding the ends so the meet in the middle. You're going to put one end into the other to close the circle.
Choose one side to be the female side, or the "receiving side". Fold in a hem of 1/2-1".
Pick up the male end, or the inserting or "pitching" end and lay it on top of the female end so that it overlaps about an inch.
Carefully lift open the female end so the male end falls inside, roughly lining up with the seam allowance on the inside of the female end.
Pin in place, sew up, and wear in as many ways as you can think of.
You can cut your fabric wider for better coverage if you wear it as a hood, but make sure your fabric isn't so thick that it then chokes you when you wear it.