To soothe a craving for some handwork, I spent yesterday afternoon making a top using some hand dyes and a freemotion kind of cutting, and came up with some very organic shapes and candy box colors. This afternoon I measured, cut and assembled this piece three times with three different battings because I didn't like the way they felt. Now that I have spent two hours hand stitching several of the elements in place, I have decided I want to machine stitch them down and spent another 30 minutes picking out the hand stitching. In the middle of all this, while grilling burgers, I was hypnotized by the spatula. Now that is a weird word. SPATULA. I bought this one from and army surplus store in Provincetown, MA in 1969. Chrome over brass. What the heck did Dr. B. shoot me up with???
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When you find out what you were on, ya wanna share? Sounds like more fun than my day.
Before he started, I complained of how the novocaine he usually used left me feeling nauseaous and headachey all day so he said he would try another mix. It's 23 hours later and I still have a numb spot from under my nose down to my chin on one side.
But what do you think of the magic SPATULA? Guess what I'm gonna do.
I can see WHY you were fascinated by the spatula! When the pic first came up, I thought I was looking at a way-cool piece of dyed or painted fabric!
My sympathies about the chamber of horrors. :-/
I would have been hypnotised by it too! It's fantastic!
Melly
omg...i have been in the same army surplus in provincetown sometime around that era. love your work, colorful, i like that! catinthebatt.blogspot.com
love the art spatula, all my sympathy with the crown which I hope is fine now,
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