My Studio: True Confessions

This is my studio:


I was so hoping that for Cloth, Paper, Scissor's new Studio special issue, they would have a contest for a reader's studio makeover. But (sigh) instead, the editor got a studio makeover.

So I'm stuck with working on this studio myself. The magazine gave me lots of ideas, but it's the money and the time that I don't have.



And they didn't have any good suggestions for keeping kids out. That's one of my main problems. Both boys like to come into the area and pull things out. Luke actually empties the trash onto the floor every time he's there.
As you can see, I also try to put anything important above child-height, which creates big piles on my higher surfaces.

UG.

Bull's eye Swap

Over the last month or so, I've been busy with a frayed edge Bull's eye swap with Donna and two of her other blogfriends.

Here's how we did it:

1) Each of us cut 4 10x10 squares of red fabric. We kept one set of 10, and sent the other 3 sets to the other 3 people.

2) Each of us ended up with 40 different 10x10 squares. We then cut 40 8x8 squares and sewed them right on top with a 1/4 in seam.

3) Next, we turned the blocks over and cut out a 6 1/2 in square from the middle back. This is the fabric from the 10in square that is covered by our 8 in square. We then could trim it down to be a 6 in square.

4) We repeated steps 2 and 3 with 6x6 and 4x4 squares.

Here I am auditioning the 4in squares on our stone wall:


5) We then cut each of our quilt pieces into 4 smaller squares, and sent 40 smaller squares off to our 3 other friends.

6) I just couldn't send them without a little something, so I chopped up some of my scraps and used an old project as a backing and some net on top and made some little Tiny Art pieces to go along with my squares.



I really like my Tiny Art. (It's not as blurry in real life!)

I'm not sure what I'll do with the squares. Red is not my favorite color, and I'm not yet inspired to do something particular with them. Maybe I could put them into squares again and my mom could make them into lap blankets. Or maybe the frayed edges would worry mom so much that it wouldn't work. I'll have to keep thinking...