Every year or so I become bored with our furniture. Total replacement is out of the question but then of course I am fond of some of the old sticks. I have managed to remove a very irritating sofa completely out of the house, and indeed to a new home somewhere, no questions asked, so that is what I call a result. This has left us with the necessity to rearrange the weird collection of basically hopelessly- unsuited- to -task furniture we have, [ except the plan chest of course, let that beast not be insulted ] and this year it involved three rooms, and much moving upstairs and down of objects and the vast amount of stuff these objects manage to contain. When I think we moved into this house we had so little and it was so easy; years of accumulation and now all the necessities needed for textile art have filled all the spaces. If only I was a coloured pencil artist, a few boxes of pencils and some nice paper, a small table, a light, sorted.
I found a lot of inspiring and interesting bits and bobs to make new work from when I ventured into my plan chest; those chaps hold a lot, and they never seem to demand to be tidied, but when you do, it’s worth it. Due to the furniture shuffle I have space in my space. I like this, it’s very calming, but, I so want to fill it with one of those very expensive giant Horn tilting tables. It’s sad to say but the desire for that table takes up much more of my thinking time than it should.
The yo-yo cupboard, named because for 32 years it has moved in and out of the house from the garage at least six times. It’s been in the house for a couple of years now, so may be safe since I basically can’t be bothered to move it again. It has a new position here though, although it is still full of art materials. I put the quilt on the wall as what I call a sensible alternative to decorating.
I have been spending a lot of time working on the computer, which although it is proper work, which may or may not evolve into something useful, it never feels like it to me. I feel as if I have been lazy with the practical work, although I have been stitching a few more pages of the frankly enormous book which I shall be more than pleased to finish, hopefully this century. I am hoping that the refined studio space will encourage me to make less monumental work, but I doubt it will, I have no sense.
Here are a few of the pages done and in progress. There aren’t that many left to do now; because of the way I had left the pile I am working backwards through early summer now to spring, and eventually the change from winter to early spring. Don’t worry, there is no need to keep up with this in any way.
Summer beach pages in progress, above, and below, two finished pages and some details. These are mainly paper collage, prints from earlier embroideries, cut up, arranged, and with added stitch and beads.