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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

FELEciA

Wondering if anyone out there in the big wide doll world has a pattern of 'Felicia' they are finished with.  A woman from the UK is keen to obtain a copy - it is out of print so OK to give or loan.  It is a Christine Treleaven pattern - has anyone heard how Christine is doing?  Heard that she has been ill.  Thanks folks.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

FLotsAm anD JEtSoM

Where to start?  What a life we lead - so many wonderful temptations to fill the day.  Aren't we so fortunate!!!!  Trip was fantastic - but scoured everywhere we visited for quilt shops or dolls - never saw anything!  Very disappointing.  Actually I did see a few 'softies' in a gallery shop in Ireland - they were well done.  Ireland is about to hold their big Knitting and Stitching show in Dublin - so quilting etc. must be there but quilt shops etc. not as obvious as here.

Love the work of Karen Suzuki - how about these pussy cats!  Don't they make you  want to drag out the scrap bag!



Does anyone subscribe to 'Be Creative' - Patti Culea has a feature in the latest - looks an interesting publication.  Tempting!!!

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The Knitting and Stitching show Alexandra Place has just been held in London - would have been magic to have attended.  There were about 200 classes on offer.  I didn't think many were really 'out there'  - (Lordie - I must be getting hard to please!!!) -  but there were some quite tempting - and lots to see - stalls, gallery exhibitions, lectures etc.  Next year it's 5th to 9th October so maybe you'd like to start saving!!!  About 400 stalls I believe - wow!

Patti Culea attended and she posted a few photos -------




Certainly does look like 'us' eh!  I think the dolls on display were done by someone called 'Mavis' - but that's all I could glean.

See the lovely Linda Misa has been touring the US teaching and enjoying mixing with wonderful women there.  If you are looking for teachers for your group I think Linda would be a worthwhile choice.



Doll created in one of Linda's classes in the US (by Judy Hand Pitts)

 Class Doll Sample - Linda's



Another class option


One of the dollmaker's homes in the US where Linda stayed - can you imagine living here!

PANIA MOLLOY - from New Zealand - had some doll patterns years ago.  Found her on Facebook under 'Snobby Goth' - and she is doing amazing artwork!  Took awhile for the name to register - but this woman has certainly found her wings!  



Quite a chicky babe this one!  I don't think from a Jill Maas class but an interpretation from one of Jill's wonderful patterns.  Made by Svetlana Duyshkova of Russia.  Obviously a melding of talent here.  Just makes you smile to look at her!

Our little gang meet here again on Tuesday - not sure what we're going to play at this time but we'll end up having a fun day - and we do have to organize our Xmas celebration - after our 'warm up' Xmas in July.  Haven't started my ten or so swap pressies yet - aaagh.

I'm going to add in an article now by a New York writer Dominique Browning.  It's huge - and you might be daunted - but it's a good read - titled 'Stuff it, I'm nesting'.  Maybe you need to grab a coffee and chocolate..............

We are in a collective, and most unfortunate, paroxysm of guilt and anxiety about stuff.
This is a cyclical event, and here we are, back in the eternal return of the same. We are being barraged with orders to pare down, throw away, de-clutter.
Magazine covers advertise formulas for how to get rid of things (most of which involve buying new things for this purpose).
Entire books (books we will soon enough be told to toss) cover the subject. And, even then there is an “art,” a Japanese art, no less, to doing so (and we all know that any Japanese art is the most artful art of all).
Entire companies are being built on the backs of a neurosis that makes us believe that the process of shedding is complicated to the point of paralyzing.
It is all pointless and misguided, and it is time to liberate ourselves from the propaganda of divestment.
I would like to submit an entirely different agenda, one that is built on love, cherishing and timelessness. One that acknowledges that in living, we accumulate. We admire. We desire. We love. We collect. We display.
And over the course of a lifetime, we forage, root and rummage around in our stuff, because that is part of what it means to be human. We treasure.
Why on earth would we get rid of our wonderful things?
It is time to celebrate the gentle art of clutter. We live, and we pick up things along the way: the detritus of adventure; the vessels of mealtimes; the books and music of a life of the mind; the pleasures of our daily romps through the senses.
In accumulating, we honor the art of the potter, sitting at a wheel; we appreciate the art of the writer, sitting at a desk; we cherish the art of the painter, standing in front of an easel. (By this litany ye shall know that I have many books, many paintings, many pots — and many more things I love.)
I can assure you that I know all about moving into less space, and different space. I am also here to tell you that stuff responds to mysterious forces at work in the universe in much the same way as do the moon and the tides.
No matter how much stuff you give your sister, still in her large house, so that you can fit into your cozier shell, within a few years I guarantee you will have new possessions winking happily at you from tabletops and bookshelves. And you will be glad to see them.
And yes, you will have bookshelves. Never enough of them. And more books, to replace all those books you gave away. That, too, is a law of nature.
The stuff we accumulate works the same way our body weight does. Each of us has a set point to which we invariably return. Each of us has been allotted a certain tolerance, if not a need, for stuff; each of us is gaited to carry a certain amount of weight in possessions.
Some of us, rare breeds, tend toward the minimalist; some tip into a disorder of hoarding. Most of us live in the middle range. How marvelous it is to simply accept that, and celebrate it.
These days, having moved several times in several years, I am still mourning the loss of a few things I ought never have given away. I am still overcome by object lust, from time to time. And I still want to fit yet another photograph or painting onto a wall.
Go ahead, call me materialistic. I’ll just wonder what you think you are made of.
I am not done with living. I am not done with my things. I love them, in fact, more and more each year, as I recollect the journey that brought us together. I will cherish them, till death do us part.
And rather than fret about my inability to get rid of things, artfully, graciously, or otherwise, I am not only giving in to the desire to keep getting stuff, but I am also fantasizing about how I am going to pass my things on to my children.
Who, I insist, must take them. Even though they are already, at the tender age of 30 (mere children!), worried about having too many things. They don’t know from stuff.
I want to affix labels underneath things, telling them that what looks like a stained and rickety table is actually a Chinese altarpiece from the Ming dynasty with rolled bamboo marble. And if you run your hand along the top of it, you can feel the gradations that come of hand-cutting and polishing marble.
And that staining happened because all that marvelous Chinese furniture of the upper classes was stashed in damp barns for decades, their legs in puddles of water, hidden from the authorities who considered them the artifacts of decadence and wanted them destroyed. That’s how powerful stuff can be.
“That tchotchke you think you’re going to put out on a tag sale table for $10?” I want to say to my sons. “That’s Nymphenburg. It is worth hundreds of dollars.” I found it at a tag sale for $10, and pounced.
I have started saying things to my sons like: “When I die, just please, rent a warehouse, and put everything away. You are too young to understand the value of what I have bought. Someday you will want these things, and you’ll only have to shop in your warehouse.”
Never mind that their homes may be full of their own things. I want to know, now, that forever after, I will be watching down on them from the walls and the shelves, having somehow transmogrified myself into my stuff.
Because I do believe that happens. We were meant to be together, and the cells from my sweaty palms, or the eye beams from my covetous gaze, will reside in my things forever.
That’s the idea, anyway.
There is a reason we talk about nesting. Next time you are out walking, take a close look at a nest.
Nests are full of twigs, bits of fluff, string, moss and bark. Stuff birds take home, and fit to a shape that accommodates their lives.
Some birds even press their warm bodies against their stuff as they are making their nests, molding them to the shape of their breasts, so that they feel like … home.


A home that is uniquely theirs, and uniquely beloved.

Now - don't you feel better about your accumulating?  Your stash?  Those boxes - and more boxes?  Thank you Dominique - and thank you Helen for sending it along.

Dominique has another fabulous article at this link .....

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/09/fashion/im-too-old-for-this.html?hpw&rref=fashion&action=click&pgtype=Homepage&module=well-region&region=bottom-well&WT.nav=bottom-well&_r=0

It's titled 'I'm too old for this' and it really is another worthwhile read!  You can follow Dominique from her blog - www.slowlovelife.com

Well - am supposed to be completing mail out of latest magazines - so go forth Joy.  I came on to tell you about the magazines but got carried away.  Manana!  Happy days - go forth and multiply those little creations!