This past weekend I attended our Kingdom’s Midwinter Arts & Sciences event. There were some lovely entries. I did a little judging, (I could write a book on why judging A&S is crazy but that’s not what we’re talking about here) taught a class, took a couple of classes and got to work on my eternal scroll. Let’s look at the eternal scroll first.
Awhile ago, I got it into my head that calligraphy and illumination would be an incredible amount of fun. I really enjoy both, but am good at neither. I decided that I wanted to paint a scroll with the long-term goal of donating it to the Kingdom for some unfortunate soul to receive. I drew it out, made lots of mistakes, traced all the things, got paint and promptly got distracted by something else.
Every once in a while, I pull this sad little piece out and paint on the thing. I change the shades of color I’m using, (nothing on it is terribly consistent) try to clean up some of the craptastic lines and take great pride in fact that I’m painting. Still. On the same, damn thing. Last weekend I trotted my happy ass into the Scribe’s area and, after plopping down with my oh-so-organized stuff, set about to paint. I got the blue petals filled in and called it a day. Small progress is better than no progress!
Once the eternal scroll was safely stuffed back into it’s snazzy carrying case, (i.e. the book I used as inspiration for the design) I moved on to a class I was looking forward to, Elizabethan Embroidery. Yummy!
This class was all about learning the detached buttonhole stitch and how those sweet little designs, once completed, could be stuffed. I love Elizabethan embroidery…hell, all things from that era and was already feeling as though I’d betrayed my time period of preference by wearing the world’s most sad attempt at Italian. (No photos of that, folks. I do have my pride.)
Here are the results of the class: My chain stitch is nice, the leaf turned out okay but when it came to working detached buttonhole on that acorn it’s as if my brain decided to have a fit. It’s pretty messy and wonky. I will say that I had a tough time seeing the little loops I needed to put my needle through. Sure, that sounds like a lame excuse but it’s my lame excuse and I’ll stick to it.
I’m going to keep practicing this stitch. I really enjoyed learning it and I’ve got no place to go but up. Seriously. Look at that acorn, people.
I did stick around for the bobbin lace class and realized that, although the teacher was wonderful and the class was fun, I’ll never make lace. So many moving parts! Kudos to the lacemakers of the world!
It was a nice weekend and a nice event. Dinner was yummy, the hotel was snazzy but I really wish I’d spent more time just talking to people. Think I’ll work on that next time.
Stay frosty, folks!