This is me on the floor of Emily’s apartment, cutting out squares of fabric. In December.
I’ve posted about this before, also in December, this secret project that will be sure to amaze and delight its intended recipient. I was going to have it done before the new year!
Clearly, that didn’t happen.
I mean, there’s this
but that’s hardly a whole quilt. And most of it is still in squares on the sewing table.
I’m using the Crafty Slacker challenge as motivation to get it done before the deadline of March 16. Possibly irrational, but I organized the piles of tiny squares and pinned some of them together and now I want to see them sewn together so badly that I think it’s truly possible.
Projects! I want more of them! And I want to Get Them Done! Yes!
- ###### ##### grew up in North Vancouver and is now a stalwart resident of East Vancouver. He grumbles while working, but actually has an earnest joy for most things that betray the fundamental creativity of human beings. He likes problems solving, beautiful code, index cards, bicycles, things printed on actual paper and most things made before 1978. As a programmer, ###### prefers to make things web-facing, because that’s where most of the interesting stuff is happening today. He firmly believes that most things can and should be automated, but also believes that a good user interface is essential to creating a workflow that keeps people happy. His current favourite working environments are Ruby/Ruby on Rails, Linux and MySql.
- ##### ##### is from Vancouver and/or Toronto, depending on when you ask her. She likes public space, mason jars, pyrex bowls, country music, Canadian spelling, and subverting post-industrial capitalism through baking bread, growing vegetables, and knitting at meetings. She moved to Brooklyn with 3 typewriters, 2 bicycles, one sewing machine, and a box of spatulas. Someday she would like to be known as the City Councilor who put a garden on the roof of city hall. She is rather fond of lists.
Writing bios is a under appreciated art form and a fun game. Sum yourself up or someone up and I’ll guess who you are!
I found this on the internet, at the Ontario Road Maps site–it’s perfect, but not mine. I do, however, have a growing little collection of things with the Canadian centennial logo: a few different mugs, a plate (now broken), a silk scarf, a framed plaque of all the Prime Ministers of Canada from the start until 1967. I have half a mind to figure out how to make a pieced quilt of the emblem. I’m really pleased that centennial scarves are available for purchase at The Souvenir Shop.
Moving to America in the fall is a daunting thought! I am charmed by this sort of Canadian iconography, and I will miss the serendipity of finding ashtrays at value village with this, or the old Ontario logo, on it. I will miss the batting about of words and phrases like “Canada Council” or “Crown corporation.” I am sure that hearing these words every now and then will be like the smell of your house when you return home from vacation.
Not to make any sort of claims to understand the elusiveness of Canadian identity, but to belong to anything is to know the language and the jargon so well that you don’t think of it as specific to your place in the world. And when you are somewhere using words that other people don’t, you notice–whether it’s accidentally using grad-school words (like “discourse analysis”) around your grandmother, saying “pants” when you mean “trousers” in the UK, or longing for the national research council official time signal to blast through the radio.
And I’ll say it again now: I am going to be be very very happy when the TDF is over. It will mean:
- Three days left of Hot Docs to see films
- A return to newspaper reading and library book borrowing
- The making of things for the Spring Thing Trunk Show (I have already obtained a suitcase, so that part’s done)
- Spring Cleaning! And purging, and organizing
- We can hang out. You and I
- Time to do work on brochures and flyers I haven’t had time for
- Time to finally do things that are on my list, like visit People’s Diner on the corner:
photo courtesy of Squiddity
It was winter just a few minutes ago, so it seemed, and then the opening of knee-sock season coincided with the closing of knee-sock season and now the sun is out and my legs are bare. I made a new skirt, out of the same material as th bodum cozy and the kleenex-box cover
and my moleskine pen-holder. Now I feel like I ought to make a short film that involves these 4 matching items. Something Michel Gondry-esque, with some stop-motion, things melting into each other, and maybe a knitted sequence.
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