i am what i am.

I sort of put it together some time recently that if there is one thing that symbolizes me, it's a crazy quilt... and not just for the obvious joke.

I make stuff. And I realized when I was working on my latest piece of fic that I do the same thing when writing as I do when crafting ... take tiny bits of stuff, and stick 'em together and make something new, something that's bigger than the bits that make it up. Maybe it's why I have trouble with plotty fic. Maybe it's too big. Or I haven't learned to break it down into its parts yet or something.

When I make my collage cards, I sit in my studio surrounded by crap, and put stuff together in (hopefully) interesting ways. So much of that seems instinctual to me. I always have a hard time saying good things about myself, but one of the few things I will admit to doing well, is being able to mix pattern and texture and make something harmonious.

There's a lot of fun in piling up a bunch of random fabrics and making something whole out of chaos.

I haven't gotten this one up in my shop yet, but here's a simple card, made out of a 4x6 card, some hand dyed paper towels, a bit of lace, and some fun ribbon (which was either thrifted or from the trim place's tent sale grab bag), and a blank card.



Making stuff is fun, right?

LOLOLOLOLOL

Just got back from my Friday fish-for-lunch run ... and there are elebenty billion open parking spaces in the lot next to my building that's usually full up.

Seems nobody is working here at the U this Friday afternoon.

Off to eat lunch and horrify Bunter by getting greasy fishy fingers on the pages of "Clouds of Witness."