Sometimes an embroidered piece of fabric that has been stitched into shape isn’t great. The zipper might pull ripples to the fabric, like waves on an ocean. Other times the pouch doesn’t become a shape, rather sags like a bag of wrinkled potatoes. Read the full post
I notice a warm feeling as I sit on the porch. It is a small space on a truck that my husband has transformed to a tiny-house-on-wheels. The feeling is about receiving praises from people who purchase my handwork. The experience of something new Having just bought myself a new backpack, I know the feeling. … Continue reading End of summer newsletter
I used AI to get to this title and together with another old Hungarian chair that I used the fabric from and the beads and threads I incorporated for the tassel originating from a valley I lived in for 8 months... well, that makes it a pretty pretty pouch. The chair first: always eyes focused … Continue reading Sea Knuckles
Spring automatically means new pouches as the winter brought forth enough time to embroider. Full screen view
The moments that you try not to be creative but when things just flow. The moments when all aligns and your hands work what the material presents you. That I call creativity, such a joyful event. A new pouch came about: Pag. Sometimes they just don’t come off the ground, the pouch in its present … Continue reading The blooming started…
Two new pouches with so much to tell about them. A piece of handdyed fabric is never without a story.
This piece of fabric was long in my travel pouch and it went to quite a few places, from Székesfehérvár to Zagreb to Mostar. I think it looks good but the end result, a coaster, is not what I opted for.To be honest, knitting has me in its grip much more than embroidering nowadays. In … Continue reading Hollow Rock
A new pouch and a new story behind it. This time I found my materials in the forest, almost all of it.
Llama inspired on the pompoms llama's wear in the high Andes of Argentiina and Bolivia.
This piece of fabric did it's own way, hard headed like myself, it became quite something else than originally intended.
