My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue...

(Shout out to Carole King in the title up there.)

That tapestry I posted last Thursday? Soon after I posted it I went in my studio and turned it into a skirt:

 

It inspired me to seek out my collection of tapestries that I had stashed away. To my surprise I found another Dogs Playing Poker tapestry, same theme, but a totally different rendition. Years ago I had tried to turn it into a skirt but didn't like how it was turning out so I stashed it away. Looking at it again, I realized my mistakes, took it apart, and reworked it in the same style I made that first one.

After that skirt I was on a tapestry kick, so I made this one:

and then this one:

and then I made a dress:

Sage likes that one. He said, "You should wear that to church!" Ha. It would turn heads, that's for sure.

I also made a bag:

and a pillow:

And now, sadly, my tapestry stash is depleted.

And I also just realized that these technically aren't tapestries by the Wikipedia definition, just printed cloth. Oh well, they're in the tapestry tradition so I'm going to keep calling them tapestries.Real woven tapestries wouldn't nearly be as soft and wearable as these.

Thrift Thursday: Vintage Stationary

I love finding vintage stationary at thrift stores and estate sales.  Somewhere, hidden in a drawer for 20-30 years, these papers stayed blank and never sent.  Thankfully, at least they were preserved, and when I happen to find them still bold and bright and crisp and blank and often for less than a dollar, I have to get them. Kokoleo customers might recognize some of these prints that I've used for the hand-written thank you notes I include in my packages.

I'm drawn to the kitchier patterns, like day-glow daisies and patchwork,

 butterflies and cartoon animals,

scalloped edges and fancy borders,

 and unique invitations (Evite be damned!),

or anything offbeat. These notepads reminded me of R. Crumb cartoons:

I tried to write a thank you on one once but it just came across as angry and yelling, so I didn't send it.

And since I don't want to end this blog post with screaming  and finger-pointing, I'll leave you with these sweet little girls...