Light Blue Cotton Jersey Dress

This dress is made out of a 100% cotton jersey light blue cotton knit, really cozy with a stretch gather waist. i made it today because it seemed perfect for the weather outside.

A Few More.

Here are a few more that the image place didn't think they should print, however i love them.

Fall 2008

Here are some images from my life lately.

Jackie's Dresses

I am making Jackie five dresses for her birthday, this is the first one i managed to get done on my day off this week. here are some pictures:





Also, I have been completely obsessed with This record i got from Domino Shack when i was in New Orleans recently called Ethiopian Soul and Groove. I can't go a day without it.

xoxo

Aven & Larkin's Skirts

I made these A-line skirts for Larkin & Aven this morning. The brown is a wool, and the black a thick poly material. Perfect thickness for the northwest winters.
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The Runaway Circus presents The Cold Cut Circus

I was part of the Cold Cut Circus last winter and i've gone and put it up on you tube. take a look. this is only the first part, but i will be putting up the entire thing soon enough.

Maine Stories

PART 1: I have this old moleskine journal that I started writing in late 2003. It is not lost on me that I picked it back up around now to add another part to the story that concerns all of the same conjurers.

PART 23a
Maine is 20 hours away. If you leave today late, you’ll get there tomorrow afternoon.

20 hours of driving, pillow conversations about friends with Sahia in the back, laughing, listening to X, singing, eating too many jalapeno cheese crisps, then canoeing out to Kyle’s sailboat on the Catskill Creek in Catskill NY. Late 2 am & we still sit around jittery from so much driving, telling jokes & drinking beers.

maine, PART 23b
This is a true story. After driving 14 hours to maine, me sadye and buggey end up on a sailboat on the catskill creek with sahia and ryan?kyle? (how bad my memory is) telling bedtime stories. I like to pick 3 random things to tell a story about, so I say “sadye, it’s your turn. Tell a story about some Christmas lights, a stop sign, and a leprechaun. Without skipping a beat she says ‘once I was walking home from a bar with gabo nick and sean and we stopped at an intersecrtion at a stop sign to admire some christmas lights across the street when a woman pulls up in her car and says ‘IM DRunK and I cant find the Charlotte Pub’ Nick then says ‘I’ve got to go right over there, ill show you’ so she says ‘Get in Leprechaun!” and he gets in and they drive off. The end”

“that’s a true story too” I yell half drunk off four beers as I try to pick out constellations and feel the boat move in the wind.

PARTy 23c
We leave early the next morning; buggey gets another canoe at the dock and brings it back to us. I wake up thinking about the puzzle “the farmer, the wolf, the goat and the corn are crossing the river…” We eat at some restaurant named Ursula’s & we are nicer then the waitress. Every where we go it feels like this.

I drive so fast and we are at 12 mills Belfast Maine. So many loves that I just settled into, sit around & smoke cigarettes, small talk & overarching questions like “How have you been these last couple of years?”

This journal (see PART 1) was the beginning of meeting all these people. New Orleans to Asheville. 2004-2005. Quite a year of intensity and beauty.

Seeing all these loves all over again. A hard thing to describe. I am not a huge part of this community but I am there and I am cared for. Parts of me get me down, think “im not woth much” but these kids so lovely, I just couldn’t see them say that about anyone. And the kids really know me, really love me.

THESE THOUGHTS NEVER ENTER MY MIND.

“Now we walk in beauty, beauty is before me, beauty is behind me, above and below me.”

We all sang this and held hands and spiraled around into the center of the ceremony and then Dan and Amy belted out their vows and I started crying. I didn’t stop. I didn’t know why. But even when the ceremony was over and the brass started up again, and all the wizards were drinking tea from every part of the country, and everyone was smiling and hugging I sat by the water and stared out over the boats. Greg came over and gave me a hug and I just needed to sit there and think about things. When it finally settled in I gave Dan and Amy a hug and just started to cry all over again.

I guess it was just one of those things, after feeling stuck in a place where I felt so worthless and unloved, it was just too overwhelming to be back somewhere in the arms of so many loved ones. I had never been there just like we had all never been there, but it was something I had been conjuring for a long time, even in the midst of so much desperation. They were there for me, as if they had never left and never did leave. They continue to stand in that circle on that coast in Maine on that September day, singing. I talked to Dan about it later, just how lucky I felt to have so many sweet wingnuts for friends. He said “It’s something that isn’t so huge, on the forefront, but subtle. Part of my life.” I wish that I could stay there too, in the subtle beauty of my life. It’s a good goal to work for.

To be continued…

please look at the pictures from that weekend:
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Blue Dress

I altered this dress from a frumpy grandma dress, i was really happy with what happened with it.

Silencing

I learn it again.

Its tough to draw a hard line, state something like it’s the truth when what you really know is that somewhere back there, it don’t mean a thing and its all the same anyway. It’d be nice to think, yeah those old hobos up the road in the jungle, they have some real love there, they have some real loyalty and that’s why I wanted to choose a life of transience. I wanted to choose something simple, something without so many distractions and real honest love and loyalty. Didn’t realize that I’d had it the whole time from the family, but just the same. I wanted. It takes a while to realize that everyone backslides, everyone loses their shit, everyone is looking out mostly for number one and that most everyone has got a lot of shit to take care of and aren’t really looking at yours much at all.
It just matters how you use that loyalty and what you love, and if you can be selective and put those things in the right places that will build you up, well that’s about the only way you’re going to be able to get ahead in life.

Does this make sense? You see, it’s the same thing regardless of whether your watching out for the family you’ve made, the family you came from, or yourself. Pick the right loyalties, pick the loyalties that will actually take you somewhere. Get away from the hate and anger and anguish and really focus on those things that are going to lift you up. Caring about things can do that, it can also drain you. So its just another one of those things that are the same no matter which way you turn it. Every curse is a blessing, and every blessing a curse.

Sometimes it feels weird to write this out. I ask myself, what is the point of it. Is it to share through my experiences the things that I have found. Is it assuming that you haven’t also found it? Is it assuming that maybe you will understand me better if you read something that I don’t even know why I feel the need to write.

It was one of those things from the age of 5. I just started to fill up notebooks. Jack Kerouac always said that he was writing the duluoz legend so that he could just read back on it in his old age. He died at his mom’s house in Florida and while I came pretty close to doing that a couple of times, I held on and got the fuck out. ********

I dreamed of finally getting out of Tallahassee. I dreamed of the days that I would be able to not look on the streets Id grown up in, not be around people who let that town encompass their world. It wasn’t a place I thought particularly special and im pretty sure most people there thought the same thing about me. Easily seen, I just never knew that it would be that easy to silence me. I thought I had gotten over that, and instead it just cycled back around. Socialization is a pretty fucking hard thing to kick.

I thought that to silence me, it would take an army and instead all it took was myself. All it took was thinking that most of anything I had to say was pretty worthless in the end. It was hard to write. It was hard to think that anybody would ever want to know anything I had to say. I knew I was doing it too. I would go out to Jackie’s housesit just to try to write that summer and nothing would come out. No words that could describe the inner turmoil that was tackling my brain. How worthless I felt.

Kaspar's Golden Stilt Pants

I made these for Kaspar for his street show during BelleChere, while he was performing with the Flim Flam Boys. Reminiscent of a golden sailor.

The Macrae Sisters

a few photos of gabbo and miriam for their upcoming album.

loved ones

a few images from my life lately.

Ursula's Corset

My sister and my mother worked on this corset for quite a lot of time. A lot of the boning and the rest of the corset were hand sewn with a cross woven gold and purple silk. i think its rather beautiful and you can look at more pictures on her website, The Tormented Artist

meatloaf in the yard

my room mate is practicing an acrobatics routine to meat loaf in the yard.

i made this top, which actually turns out to be one of the most comfortable bra like things i could ever dream for. it will become a much nicer pattern.
(these pictures are backwards because i took them with my computer instead of my camera.)







all because of my new magical machine! i havent had a sewing machine for almost 2 and a half months, but now that i have i found this beautiful beast, ill be posting a lot more.

two new dresses

100% cotton classic chain print on beige with a ruffled collar, overlapping lapel, gathered babydoll sleeves, and ruffled pockets.

black cotton jersey with elderberry screenprint in calypso. side gathers and lace at base of v-neckline.