How to make your very own 21st Century Straightjacket

(or: Brouhaha’s Tips for Faking it When You Don’t Know How to Sew)

Have you gazed with envy, nay, hatred, upon those friends or acquaintances who whip up haute couture garments effortlessly and cheaply on their sewing machine, then tell you “oh, it’s easy”? Are you a knitter who is used to needles at least 3 mm thick and deathly afraid of those baby pointed things that can do real damage?

If so, fear not. You, too, can make beautiful couture garments with no sewing experience – and on the (super duper) cheap!

And you probably won’t break skin by stabbing yourself with a sewing needle… if you take it gently. Just read on.

“Tried and Not True” Tips will be inset for your convenience. (I initially thought of calling this “What Not To Do”. But of course, you’re free to do what you want. And maybe what didn’t work for me will work very well for you!)

EXPERIENCED SEAMSTERS PLEASE READ THIS: This blog post is in no way intended to minimise your great expertise and highly polished finished results. On the contrary. Please view it as an attempt by a sewing-challenged individual to attempt to reach step two on the ladder to your vaunted heights without shelling out for lessons or instructional materials.

My sewing example for today is my project entitled Fit to Be Tied.

1. Pick a theme for your piece

I’m not going to insult anyone here with the term “optional” (usually in parentheses). I have thrown far too many recipe books off the balcony because of this one seemingly inoffensive little word. Of course (for example) cayenne pepper in a chicken dish is “optional”. So is the chicken, and everything else down from there.

An aside: when I grow up I’m going to write a million-selling cookbook called “If You Can Hold Your Finger In It For As Long As It Takes You To Count To 14 Without Your Finger Burning, It’s Time To Move On To The Next Step” (a time-honoured Greek cooking tip in the recipe for yogourt, guaranteed to ensure that no one else can actually replicate your award-winning recipe. (Um… guess I’d better work on that title).

However, if you just want something to wear and don’t feel like importing deep symbolism into it, use your best judgment. I’m certain it will be better than mine.

I came across the base materials for this at the Goodwill:

My base theme became immediately apparent to me: anti-corporate law!!! (see my Lawsuit project if you want more background on this theme).

The secondary theme (which quickly became the main theme) – straitjackets – came some time later. About halfway through the project I wondered if I hadn’t internalised The Tudors a bit too much. Then I thought that I was dwelling too much on work a bit too much. Finally it came to me: the piece was meant to represent:

(a) the tyranny of the corporate workplace;
(b) the fact that men wearing colourful ties tend to run the world, which constrains the rest of us.

Then I could sleep. 😉

2. Make Sure You Have All Your Materials:

The materials I used are the following:

– sewing needle (make sure it’s fairly sharp and small enough to let beads pass over, if you’re using them)
– 6/0 beads or seed beads – I used about 500 in this project
– buttons (vintage or otherwise)

You will also need:

– thread (I know, I know… but I started trying to do this project without thread!!!). I picked a fairly resilient type, in black. Any colour that doesn’t clash with the main colours of your piece will do.
– sharp scissors (fabric ones preferable – I know the sewing gods will frown upon me, but I just got a Singer pair at Loblaws for $8 that seems to do the trick).
– straight pins with the cute little colours at the end (available at most quality dollar stores or a fabric store)

You may also like to have handy:

– a seam ripper
– a thimble
– a dressform

(I did my work mostly on Aphrodite, my trusty dressform. It would help if you had one of those… if only to lay out your design. If not, I think you could improvise with a dress hanger and a shower rail).

2a. Find some appropriate music or television viewing to craft by.

While I made this piece, I listened to the following albums ad nauseam:

(Yes – ABBA. Don’t rag me about listening to ABBA. I am a big fan – and this album is my favourite. Bet you didn’t know that ABBA has dark music, either. If you don’t believe me, click this link. Bjorn and Benny must have been on the outs when this one was penned! I suspect these lyrics largely affected the more paranoid content of the vest, not to mention the straitjacket theme, actually.

And while we’re on the topic of musical preferences, let it be known that I was listening to so-called “lounge music” well before those who are too cool for school started to remix it and turn it into 21st century nightclub fodder. OK?!)

Television viewing for crafting in the Brouhaha household tends toward:
– Dr. House reruns
– Law and Order reruns
– The Food Network
– British police procedurals and legal dramas (my current fave is Judge John Deed. Gotta love those wigs!!
– nature programmes (but only if JJ, my humble consort, insists)
– science programmes (ditto re. JJ)

3. Decide how you want to put together your base materials.

I started designing the piece from the front and left the back for later (and in the process, completely changed my mind… more later).

Drape the neckties around your form (or hanger) until you see what you want to do. A criss-cross pattern worked for me:

If it’s not evident from the photo, I used six neckties on the front (for a small). They were arranged in an alternating pattern of [fat end, skinny end]. If you can figure out how to make a top with all of the fat ends in the front, please do advise.

Do not worry if all or your neckties are not of identical width. It will all come out in the wash.

4. Pin the ties as you’d like to sew them, then sew them one by one.

Tried and Not True:I decided that it would be a really good idea to use my new favourite toy, the gluegun, to assemble this piece in full with no sewing. Mistake. It did seem like a good idea at least to adhere the neckties to the top with the gluegun and skip the pinning out. Until glue blobs like this started to happen:


Not only is it virtually impossible to sew through these (when the glue fails to adhere and your neckties start falling off), but you might end up with impossible to remove blobs that show!

(What does the government do when you call them in a panic complaining about errant glue blobs?
They initiate a top level cover up! Quelle surprise!)

So – use the glue gun at your peril, and don’t say you weren’t warned!!

I used running stitch for the outside edges, and cross-stitch (from my vague recollection of needlepoint) to attach two ties together in the centre. This took a very long time… mostly because I only realised at the very last minute that I was doing the cross-stitch incorrectly. Any google search done with that word will probably yield you simple and accurate instructions for both).

This is an example of my rather lame running stitch:
5. Apply beads if you’d like

I’m going to confess that the only reason I thought about using beads was that my stitching looks so atrocious that I figured no one would notice with sparkly beads. Did it work?
I should note that I only put beads where I had used the running stitch. The cross stitch also looked rather ridiculous, but I figured it had a Frankensteinish sort of appeal (you will note that I don’t offer a close-up view, however).

I did also put beads around the bottom of the top (that’s confusing, isn’t it? you know what I mean) and anouth the points of some of the neckties).

If you’re trying this at home, sew the front neckties up to the shoulder seam of the top you’re using, unless you have a better idea that involves less sewing (and please do advise me if so!).

6. Decide whether you can live with assymetry.

Why are neckties all different lengths, anyway? I must confess that my type-A side was not happy with the uneven edge left by the neckties at the front (and back). However, I was too lazy to figure out what to do about it. So, we’ll just call this a “design feature” . I gather assymmetrical hemlines are in these days, anyway. Good time for me to take up sewing!

7. Decide what you want to do with the back of your piece.

Initially, I had thought I would want to go with a criss-cross like at the front of the piece. But by the time I had finished that (try stabbing through layers of glue and neckties with a small needle if you think I’m impatient. I warped three of them!), I decided that wasn’t going to happen.

My first option was this peacock-like arrangement:

Then JJ (who was patiently sitting by, as always – I’m very lucky that way) said “Why don’t you try this?”
Good idea!!

I should note that JJs idea, however, also involved sewing all the ends down after they had been weaved together at the top. As you will imagine, I wasn’t into it. I slept on it (barely) and thought that the braiding would work well with what had by this point become the straitjacket theme:


Originally I thought it would be OK to leave the weaved/braided portion loose (and if this were only to be an art piece, I would have left it like that). However, I realised that this was probably not practical for wearing, especially when negotiating the ever-crowded and obnoxious transit system. So, I decided to affix the weaved portion together with little beads and side stitching with more beads:

There is one bead in the centre of each “weaved” portion.

I then braided the remaining pieces partway. The braids are affixed with buttons which I sewed on:

Part of the logic for this was that they would be easy enough to take off (provided they don’t fall off by themselves, given my execrable sewing skills) if I wanted to go the “peacock” route in future.

For this reason (as well as through general laziness), I decided not to affix the braids. They are hanging loose. But this doesn’t feel as irritating to wear as it might look, surprisingly enough!

8. Give your sleeves some fancy cuffs!

I had decided partway through that I would use my two extra neckties to try to make some cuffs for the sleeves.

This allowed me the fascinating perpective of a dissected necktie (and from what I remember from grade 8, far preferable to frog dissection, and no formaldehyde! I get enough of that in my cigarette ration anyway…)

Far more flimsy than I had thought! I guess I believed, given what I see on the news every night, that neckties are the 20th/21st century version of armour. Then again, maybe they are, given that everything these days is made out of plastic where it used to be made from metal….

But I digress. Here are the instructions:

(a) Cut a piece off the bottom of your necktie, about 3-4″ higher than the top of the point (see above).

(b) Sew the cut edges together with running stitch leaving about 1/2″ border, then trim rough edges.

Tried but Not True Tip: by this point I fancied myself to be quite the sewing genius. I also knew from all of my vast sewing experience that it is often advisable to turn things inside out. Hence:Check me out!! So brilliant… I stitched merrily away, and revealed my new creation, only to find this:

Oops. This is what I told myself:
I then did the correct thing, which was to stuff the sewed necktie cuff into the sleeve rightways up, pin it and sew it (of course I didn’t take a photo because I was so peeved with myself and just trying not to pitch the entire project off the balcony.) But here was the final result:
Nice, eh? I added a vintage button as a mock cufflink as well.

9. Add whichever finishing details you desire (or whichever you need to cover up flaws, more frankly).

For example, I added these two buttons to cover up a fray in one of the ties:

(It didn’t quite seem to work, but hey).

This, in my view, necessitated adding another button on the other side for balance:(I have no idea where the other button for this Zodiac pair is. It does display my sign, however (upside down in the photo – as JJ would say, nothing changes!) and so I was content.

I also decided to add beads along the seams (in the hope that it would even out some of the unevenness in sewing the ties to the front, as it happens – or at least, distract from it):

… and, every elegant piece deserves a lable:

(tiefed from one of the neckties – and part of the anti-corporate message):

I also put a lovely inside label which quite fits my interest in crafting:

And – that’s about it! (isn’t that enough!). All this to say that – even if you don’t sew, you too can have a lovely bespoke item in just nine steps (and with virtually no bloodshed):

Happy crafting! The tutorial is free – all I ask, if you actually use it, is that you drop me a line with a photo of the results (and whether I can publish them here or not – either is cool, of course).

Cheers,

Kristina

Did you like this article? Read more about the straitjacket here.

Postmortem

Well, it’s that time again… the day after Hallowe’en. I think I’ve come down from my high by this point (at least, until I hit the leftover mini Wunderbars). So, here is my story of yesterday – a complete blast from start…

…to finish.

This was the original fancy dress I came up with first thing in the morning. Nothing to write home about, eh? However, I had some fun with it. It was inspired by the acquisition of this t-shirt the day before yesterday at the dollar store:

I loved it immediately. The coworkers were also all favourably impressed.

So, about 10 a.m. I hit the workplace candy stash:

…not to mention my own secret stash:

By 10:30, between that and the 4 extra large black coffees, I had caught a good buzz. So, I decided it would be a very good idea to have a wand:

Good thing I have yarn sitting around the office all the time. I had spotted the broken antenna on the floor in the upstairs lunchroom the other day and given it to my former boss. So, yesterday, I decided to ask him for it back. He looked at my rather suspiciously and asked me what I wanted it for (doesn’t he know I only use my powers for good, not evil?! sheesh) but did eventually give it to me.

I then of course had to prance around my workplace floor and then the old workplace floor showing off my wand. The old boss said, “What’s that, a sceptre?” so of course then I had to run around knighting everyone (he really should know better).

Oh, by the way, don’t ask me what I was dressed as – haven’t figured it out yet myself. The original thought was a cowboy junkie:

because of the boots. Most of the coworkers thought I looked like a fairy godmother (but in reality this is probably only because I brought in all the candy!

Oh, I just realised that not one of the 98 photos I found this morning on my camera actually features a shot containing the infamous fuschia cowboy boots. This despite the fact that I told the 20 or so people who were snapping photos, “Please get the boots in.” I guess it’s true if you want something done right you have to do it yourself. So, these are the boots in question:

But I digress. Where was I? Oh yeah… anyway, so based on the co-worker feedback, I was dressed as a cowboy junkie stompin’ boygirl beknighting fairy godmother. Hmm.

By the time I finished parading around the two floors showing off, I was completely wired. So, I decided to go to my favourite local hardware store, Rotblatt’s. This is one of the junkiest shops I’ve ever been it – it sells hardware store stuff, beat up used office furniture and an assortment of other junk usually found only at ye olde dollar store.

This is, in part, what I scored there yesterday:

Have you ever been to a hardware store that sells spray-on hair colour? I love that place!!!

A little aside about my workplace – it’s so cutting-edge law wise that people come from all over to consult with us:

Heh. Heh. Heh.

Actually, that was the coolest acquisition from Rotblatt’s yesterday – a $1.00 space suit!

So now it’s a reality – I am, indeed, a space cadet. Brouhaha – a Space Odyssean.

This meant, of course, that I had to do another two floor tour making beeping noises. By the time that was done, I had to hit the road to get to Parkdale for some serious Hallowe’en fun.

I was greeted there by my friends B and K, and JJ, of course:

Clearly he’d already had a couple (I wandered off course en route into the Dollarama, which is usually good for half an hour at least. However, the specific objects of my desire, plastic fruit, were nowhere to be seen. SOB). So, immediately I started on the catch-up mission.

Not for long, though, because soon it was time for a little stroll down…

…to check out the spooky sites with S, a little person staying with B and K.

Just a couple of the delightful displays I saw:

My very favourite Hallowe’en display ever… an altar!!!

A fabulous pumpkin…

And a monument straight from the Wishful Thinking in the 21st Century school:

(for anyone reading this outside of Ontario, this is who is not so fondly thought of by some of us, despite the recent majority election win.)

The spacesuit was also a big hit with B, K, JJ, S et al:

Oh – and I almost forgot – check out the fan I found in the garbage down the street from my apartment building on the way to work yesterday!

The mood got more and more festive as post-handing-out-candy grumpiness changed to frivolity:

Although I must say, having not been around children for some time, I found the behaviour of most of the trick or treaters disheartening. No “trick or treat”, no “thank you”… just “gimme”. Where has the Spirit of Hallowe’en gone?
There wasn’t even any candy left!

And, by the way, when did babes in arms start qualifying for Hallowe’en candy? I tell you, I’m way out of the loop because I don’t have kids, that’s for sure. I thought it was a cardinal rule of Hallowe’en: “If you can’t walk yet, you don’t get candy.” Apparently, I was wrong.

I did recognise at least a couple of these childbearers as operators of nearby neighbourhood smoke shops. If I still lived in the ‘hood, I have no doubt I would have located some of the Maynards Wine Gums we were dishing out (all that was left at the Guardian drugstore when I had to run out to restock the dwindling candy supply!) in a matchbox next to the till priced at 40 cents each when I stopped in for my daily Dunhills. SIGH.

So, once we had all bitched and whined about the ignorance of people today and had the requisite daily Liberal-bashing singsong (this one inspired by Dalton’s tombstone, with the inevitable refrain of “Alas, alack, whither the NDP?”), I cheered myself up by trying on some more costume stuff:


Then the tunes got cranked and the dancing started! Hurray for Linda Ronstadt!!!

Me doing the headless chicken…

And… this photo, aptly enough, was photo number #666 taken on my camera:

Then many, many hours later, it was finally time to go home.

Today has been the inevitable crash after the high. On top of it is, it is that most dreaded day of the month in the Brouhaha Calendar of Unfortunate Events – RENT DAY – in which I get to write a four-figure cheque and ruminate on how much loot at Rotblott’s or the LYS my share of the rent would get me.

To top it off, when I staggered into the subway station with $100.00 clutched in my hot little hands to buy my monthly Metropass, the attendant looked at me sympathetically and said “I have some bad news for you, dear.” I had forgotten that the Metropass cost was going up… to $109.00!! Sigh. I had no other money on me and had to buy tokens instead. Grrr.

I should sign off so that I can start planning next year’s costume. Yeah, right.

Hallowe’en can be a real drag…

Today, in celebration of one of my favourite holidays – yet more scanned photos from 2001 (and 1998, and 2002) showing my complete lack of imagination in Hallowe’en costumes. They may, however, reflect two of my past (and unsuccessful) career aspirations: drag king and drag queen. Apparently, I wasn’t butch enough for the former nor femme enough for the latter. Oh well.

1. Hallowe’en 2001

a. Prince

As an October Fools’ Joke on the only male co-worker in the office I was then working in (hereinafter “The Guy From Ottawa”), my four female workers and I conspired to dress and act like him all day. We were all present and ready when he arrived – the above photo shows me greeting him as he came in for the day. The pink thing in my right hand was the closest thing he had to a bible… a very fascinating pamphlet on the topic of above-guideline rent increases.

The co-workers would not consent to a group shot at the time. Such wimps. My nickname at that particular workplace was Exalted Ruler* and accordingly I believed I could bully everyone into this… but NO.

However, fun was had by all for the rest of the morning and well into the afternoon as we all took turns pretending to be The Guy From Ottawa:

Viz. me aping The Guy From Ottawa’s typical pose of gazing out the window when he should have been working, dammit!

(b) Princess

But the fun did not stop there! We women had brainstormed and come up with a nefarious plan – that I would don my evening Hallowe’en costume and then come back in pretending to be an aggrieved costumer that The Guy From Ottawa had met with earlier in the week.

We managed to fool him!! (and, man, is it ever funny to see how people react when you pretend that they know you and they don’t but are trying to be polite…you know what I mean, don’t you?). Anyway, I managed to keep up the charade for a couple of minutes but then blew it by starting to laugh.


By this point, I sensed that The Guy From Ottawa was probably ready to kill me, so I hightailed it right down to the Harvey’s for a double burger and fries. I even brought him back a Diet Coke!

And here is the costume in more or less its full glory (sans blue fun-fur jacket):

2. The Royal High Empress Kristina of Sparkleville

I do love my floor length dresses. So much so that I wore this one (acquired at Thrift Villa in Parkdale for $20 – a mere bagatelle!) two years running for Hallowe’en. How lame is that? Having said that, I did make significant modifications to the costume as a whole – I’m sure you’ll notice the difference right away.

(a) 2002 – Drag Queen

In which Kristina almost cuts it as a true drag queen. If only she would wear makeup!!!!

And – note the fuschia cowboy boots with the dress. Tres chic.

(b) Glenda

The costume design modification is rather obvious here, I think. Can’t remember what the button said. Probably “Je suis locataire et je vote” (“I’m a tenant and I vote” in French – I had dozens from a past workplace at one point). It is a very little known fact that landlords are everywhere – even in Oz.

So – two completely different costumes, right?

3. Hallowe’en in June

This is a shot of me heading to some “Hallowe’en in the Summer” party during Pride Week 2001:

This was actually meant to be a costume. I don’t remember what, though. Probably “sunburned freak with shades she thinks are cool who blew it again when trying to cut her own hair”.

The next photo, on the other hand, does not really represent a costume, unless you count me trying to look like a cool European goddess a “costume”, which may well be the case:

It is a little known fact that all of the Toronto (nay, the Canadian) glitterati pose for secret photos in the basement of the 519 Community Centre next to the diaper changing table in the ladies’. Don’t tell anyone, or I might have to kill you.

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Kerr’s Halloween Candy
Originally uploaded by mezzoblue

(You know, the stuff that everyone saves until last from the Hallowe’en loot bag if they haven’t already forced it on their little brother.)

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4. THIS IS NOT A COSTUME

I repeat… this is not a costume.

What is it then, you ask? It is a very, very rare sighting of me in robes – approximately 3 minutes after I became a full-fledged lawyer – 11:00 a.m. or so. The fact that I look like the world’s happiest penguin is probably related to the fact that I was heading to the nearest pub by 11:05 a.m (minus the robes, of course).

In the five years following, I have never since had to don robes. My gigs do not require that I attend at “big court” as some of us lawyers who only really deal with administrative tribunals lovingly refer to it, so I am actually not allowed to wear robes in any current work capacity. You cannot imagine how devastating I find this. Really.

5. This isn’t a costume either

Just to complete the perspective, here is my fabulous law school graduation outfit from 1998, including furry collar thingy (anyone know the rationale for that?!). Note that when you shell out $30K plus to go to school (and please don’t ask what I did to afford that kind of coin unless you have at least two hours to spare…), they give you a little loot bag at the end of it. Can’t recall the contents though – probably a tie clip, a flyer saying “let us frame your degree for you for only $50.00” and an alumni donation registration form.

Whatever happened to the days where they actually gave you GRANTS to go to university, anyway?

Sorry – no photos of me in undergraduate drag. That’s because I blew it off. My parents were furious when they figured this out some two months later. At least one of them got over it, though. 😉

On that happy note, I remain,

your faithful and obedient servant,

Kristina

A PS AND A WARNING: the following is only very tangentially related to Hallowe’en (as JJ would say, “nothing changes”, eh?). However, it is related to secret handshakes and probably the odd costume or three, sort of.

And now for the footnote:
* in case you bothered to click the “Exalted Ruler” link above and wondered why you were referred to a page discussing the history of the Benevolent and Protective Order of the Elks (hereinafter BPOE or Elks) – obviously you didn’t read that page too carefully. Specifically, under the heading “Fraternal Traditions of the BPOE” lies the following explanation:

The BPOE adopted several fraternal traditions similar to the Masonic Fraternity. An altar, decorated with the Holy Bible, is found in the center of every Lodge throughout Elkdom. Old Glory served as the altar’s drapery until 1956, when it was given its own distinct place of honor to the right of the altar. An “Exalted Ruler” governs each Elks Lodge as the “Worshipful Master” does in a Masonic Lodge[emphasis added].

Pardon? “What exactly does that explain?”, you ask.

Is it because I admire the symbolism involved?

A most fitting representation, the stately elk is, for a distinctively American, intensely patriotic, family oriented organization subscribing to the cardinal principles of Elkdom, “Charity, Justice, Brotherly Love and Fidelity.”

Er, no.

Is it because I would love to belong to a group which started off as the “Jolly Corks”, a name borrowed from a bar trick?

Well, that’s more like it – but nope.

The explanation is, in fact, far more boring than that, as you may have gathered. I had occasion many years back to work at The Arthritis Society (as part of a “workfare” deal which had just been introduced to the province. Thanks, Mike Harris. Having said that, to be fair, The Arthritis Society was a great place to work). That job primarily involved hitting up corporations to hold Casual Fridays and… writing to service organizations.

As regards the latter duty, I was fascinated to learn that when hitting these orgs up for money, you will not get anywhere unless you address the leader in the appropriate fashion. Hence, I made (somewhat of) a living writing reams of letters which began “Dear Exalted Ruler”, “Dear Worthy Grand Knight”, “Dear Worshipful Master”, etc. Everything, in other words, other than Dear Tremendous Fearsome Water Buffalo” and “Dear High Faluting T. Rex”

And so, six years or so later, I insisted on my favourite as a work nickname.

And – if you want a slight chuckle, check out these Elk history and humour tidbits.

Amazing what one can find on the internet. Frankly, I can’t say I’m too upset that they don’t let women into these groups.

Wishing you a wonderful Hallowe’en, and don’t eat too much of that molasses taffy or your teeth might fall out! (Thanks, Mezzoblue, by the way, for the flickr photo of the Kerr’s candy. I’m the only other Canadian who actually likes the stuff, apparently. You are not alone.)

memories of mosaics, etc.

I came across these old photos this morning – so excited! Instead of going to work on time I immediately had them scanned at Grand & Toy (I am so technolame as not to have bothered to buy a scanner for home. In my world view, four or five skeins of a Handmaiden product is far more useful.).

These were all made in late 2000/early 2001 or thereabouts.

1. Cute Flower Wall Hanging

This was made for a very close friend and was photographed by him on his wall in this photo. It is approx. 12-13″ diametre and the backing was made from the top of a lazy susan found in his building’s laundry room.

Patterns used were adapted from The Mosaic Idea Book by Rosalind Wates.

2. “I have seen the light”

The same friend (a treasure from trash hunter extraordinaire…) gifted me a very ugly but functional lamp (sans shade) that he had found outside his building after someone moved. I decorated it with beads and stained glass, grouted it with silver grout and found a cheapo shade at Zellers.

In this photograph, the Orthodox icon lends a nice irony, I think. I should note I am not religious, but very superstitious. In this regard, I have had icons on the east wall of pretty much every room in every apartment I’ve lived in, just in case. I have moved 15 or 16 times since coming to Toronto and the icons have always been the first things to go up, even before the phone (and later, the computer) was plugged in.

3. Sunflower Table


Although I’ve posted this before, this is the best picture I have of it. And I still love it.

4. “I’ve really, really seen the light!!”

(or, by the look of it, the inside of a pub or three. I think I had friends over that night and was bragging about the lamp).

Given the level of sunburn on the face, this photo was likely taken in the summer of ’01. I base this assumption also on the 2001 calendar shown in the photo and the layout of the apartment. Having said that, it could well have been taken a year later than that – it would certainly not be the first time that I have forgotten to change the calendar from year to year.


5. Film Noir

This photo is a fragment of one photo of several I took when, apparently not realising that I did not know how to use a camera, I went through a very pretentious “arty black and white” phase. The rest of the photo contains my mother, who was visiting… and it is actually quite a nice picture of her.

I attach this fragment for three reasons:

(a) top corner
: if you look very hard, you will see two shadowy figurines. They are those creepy little artist model dolls that IKEA had all over the shop at one time. I had stained them mahogany and then outfitted them in little butch and femme outfits. For some reason, they then started to creep me out so I gave them away in the next move.

See what I mean? Creepy. UGH.

(b) middle: another mosaic piece, my Bird of Paradise chair. Here it is, photographed tonight in full vibrant Technicolor:

Of course, she looks far better when covered by dirty sheets and other laundry as it usually is. I had to leave the bag on the seat lest she feel naked – she is very sensitive and prone to catching cold in the harsh Canadian winters.

Some detail pics:

I don’t recall what the significance of the blue strings attaching the bird to the tree are. I’m sure it was all very deep at the time, though.

A tree trunk and a flower. Cool, eh? And… easy!

Now, back to our regularly scheduled (if rather blah) programme.

(c) bottom corner: do you see two funky patterned taper candles which are bent and twisted? This photo was taken during August 2001. At the time I lived in a 1920s walkup on the top floor in a corner unit with a tar roof and no AC. The week the photo was taken, temperatures reached over 35 degrees Celsius outside and well over 40 in my unit. I came home from work one day and the originally straight candles had morphed into what you see here.

So, a little bit of nostalgia from the Millenial Annals of Brouhaha!

modern antiquity

The latest instalment of Brouhaha’s Treasures from Trash:

Did I hear you say, “Tell me more?” No? Well, you’re getting more anyway (did you really think I was going to let it go with just one photo?! Sheesh.).

The other day, I located this in the junk pile in my building’s shared laundry facility:

I was thrilled! A priceless ancient hellenic vase – for free!

Examining it very closely, I noted the following:

Fine Hellenic detail! And… an ancient crack, together with millenia-old dirt:

I danced back upstairs, singing songs of hellenic triumph that I learned at Greek School (scroll to the bottom) and headed immediately to the spare room to take photos to send to the Antiques Roadshow.

JJ, who was watching the Food Channel when I came up and was very likely relieved not to have to hear the usual “you won’t believe what happened in the laundry room” rant, ambled in about 10 minutes later:

JJ: Why are ye so happy, lassie? No absolute wankers hogging machines and dumping clothing from the dryers onto the floor this evening?

KB: Look at my ancient greek vase! (5 minute monologue/babble ensuing about how we are going to be millionaires, that this is the greatest discovery in the diaspora ever, etc.)

JJ: Have you gone aff yer heid? That’s no a grrrrek vase, honey.

KB: Sure it is… look at it! Touch it!

JJ: (touching the vase dubiously) It’s dairrrty.

KB: (frantically) Don’t brush that off – it’s ancient greek dirt!

JJ: (pause) Er, honey… ah don’t think that is probably an antique vase.

(then silence from JJ for at least 10 minutes as KB rants on along the lines of “how dare you tell me what’s greek and what is not greek??? When have you ever been in Greece? Why do you think you know more than I do about greek things? Huh? Huh? and stop leaving your dirty laundry on the floor…” Meanwhile, KB was actually feeling rather sorry for JJ because, after all, he had never had the opportunity to see real-life buildings like these:
and so was clearly in no position to assess the value of Greektiques, unlike KB.)

JJ: Have you finished yet?

KB: (miffed silence).

JJ:
Guid.

Then, JJ turned over the vase to reveal:

OOPS.

My mother was right. Silence can be golden.

The dilemma then became – what to do with my not-so-precious urn?

1. A plant holder? JJs suggestion – a good one, except that I have a black thumb. Whatever I even look at and admire, dies.

2. A beer holder?

Not bad, but something is missing…

3. A beer cosy?

Um, no.

So, finally, the perfect idea hit me…

4. A modern antiquity votive candle holder!

Here is the project in the making: please let it be known that I shed blood in making it!

I should note, for those who want to try mosaic, that this is a very rare occurence, which may have much to do with the evil bottle on the right.

Anyway, here is the project without the unifying grout:

…and with!

There is a little china rose right in the bottom. Note that when you put a votive candle or tealight inside and light it, the flame causes little sparks of light to fly out of the urn! (this is also why I couldn’t photograph the rose properly). This is a cool trick caused by the mirror tile inside. Why do you think Quack enjoys this urn so much???

I couldn’t get the light show to photograph properly – believe me, I tried. So – if you want to try for this cool effect, you’ll have to take up mosaic in five easy steps:

(a) get a receptacle (if no priceless Greek urns handy, a small flowerpot will do)
(b) smash teacups and mirror tile
(c) glue broken teacups to the outside of your receptacle with tile adhesive
(d) glue smashed mirror to the inside of your receptacle with tile adhesive
(e) let sit overnight, then grout

Nothing to it!

Hmm… do you think I could fool the Antiques Roadshow now with a priceless MOSAICED urn from ancient Greece? Let’s see what happens when I turn it over, as did JJ:

Oops. “Made in England”?!? And what’s that chickenscratch? (my signature in Greek with the date. Why I have totally different initials in Greek than English – blame my parents!

And finally (at long last) you may be thinking that I have given up knitting. Au contraire. Here is a sneak preview of one of my WIPs…

zombie fighting "lawsuit"!

…or, how to dress for success on a poverty lawyer’s salary:

My “creative lawyering” (quotation marks intentional) suit jacket!

So – how did this nefarious plan come about? I wish I could tell you that this was a brilliant idea I’ve had percolating for months and months because I am such a great artiste.

However, instead, this is something my tortured brain came up with halfway through trying to make a cardigan for my good friend Barb with some sweater in progress pieces which she (a non-knitter) found in her aunt’s house when cleaning it out.

The inspiration

Barb, when she gave these to me, said “I’m not sure what it was supposed to be.” Well, when seeing these four pieces, neither was genius knitter Kristina, to be honest. My first thought was “why would anyone knit four sleeves for a sweater?” After approximately 25 minutes of my usual deep philosophical musing, JJ came into the room and said “I hope you didn’t pick that colour for my cardigan.” Eureka!!

This was another element to the donated pieces that I found very, very confusing initially. I finally figured out that it was intended to be the base for a buttonband (I think).

There was also a fully completed back. (The knitting is lovely, by the way. Thank you, Barb’s aunt – although your colour and yarn choice [Paton’s Canadiana 100% acrylic, Pepto Bismol colourway] don’t really work for me – no offence intended!).

Barb, being the very nice, kind and selfless person that she is, gifted these to me so that I could make something for myself. Well, I, being equally nice, kind and selfless, especially when it comes to knitting… HA!… really had the best intentions of making something for Barb with the pieces and regifting it to her.

Until, that is, I started (for no reason obvious to me) hyperventilating about the fact that my nice little research stint might soon come to an end, which means that I will have to go back to wearing (insert Jaws music here): BUSINESS DRAG.

Agh!!

So, naturally, I decided to go and find the ugliest suit jacket in my closet and cut it to shreds.

NB: the flying saucer shaped object in the bottom centre of the photo is not a falsie. It is a shoulder pad. The world’s largest shoulder pad, I should think (at least it is now… its twin succumbed to my “I actually wore a jacket with Stayfree Maxi shoulder pads in 2002?!? And it wasn’t Hallowe’en? I actually wore it to WORK?!?!” inspired panic attack.

I .. ahem… forgot to take a “before” photo of the jacket, which is just as well. I really don’t know what possessed me to buy an oversized and doublebreasted BEIGE suit jacket (even from Thrift Villa!) – maybe it was me trying to look authoritative and mature the first few weeks on the job. Instead, I imagine I looked like a chipmunk who came across a christening suit discarded outside the Goodwill. And an anaemic one at that. Beige!!! I can’t believe it…

But I digress. I decided to try for a highly ironic “I AM wearing business dress… see? There’s a tie, and a collar” look. Never mind that I can’t actually sew or line anything… but I had to try as I think the person who does my alterations would start laughing so hard if I came in with this request that I could never, ever go back.

Explanation, not excuse, for the extremely lame stitching job you see here. I think it adds to the anti-Bay Street message, myself. I should start a couture line: Bespoke by Brouhaha.

Anyway, so in my usual depraved fashion the design took shape. Unfortunately, the nightmare picture left in my brain last Thursday while on the streetcar in the financial district right at 5:00 p.m. – a line of about 100 people in suits, marching resolutely down University Avenue toward Union Station, most of them talking on cell phones (aghghgh! Zombies!!!) – caused me to become overzealous with the scissors. My de- or re-constructed suit jacket contains pretty much whatever I could salvage from the carnage.

The Collar


I was actually quite impressed that I didn’t do quite the hatchet job on seaming this as I would ordinarily.

Oh, and a tip for those as sewing-challenged as I – handsewing through 2 layers of suit jacket material plus lining is not best endeavoured without a thimble… although in a pinch, parquet flooring and gravity will do.

The Button Band

As I was trying for an ironic look, I did manage to salvage the two front buttons and the band (plus, this saved me the hassle of trying to figure out how to make buttonholes). There were two other buttonholes in the original knitted piece at the bottom and I decided to use funky ceramic buttons for those. Only one shows in the photo. I’m not sufficiently motivated to get out the camera again. The other one is light green.

The Breast Pocket

I just couldn’t resist. This is a fully functional lined pocket. The perfect repository for business cards, pens, a lace square or:

The Anti-Zombie Handkerchief!!

This pocket will NEVER be used to hold a cell phone (I lost mine and will never replace it unless someone makes it a condition of a job paying at least $50,000 more than I make now – and from what I gather, most people are now wearing these ET jobs that light up their ear, anyway).

The sleeves

The sleeves still have their original lining – I am patting myself on the back for that one!

Note the four cute little buttons at the bottom – original detail. I was going to chop the lower parts of the sleeve off and add knitted cuffs from Barb’s aunt’s sleeves but was too lazy and unskilled to pull this off.

The iron on heart and flower decals serve a practical aesthaetic purpose. They are there to hide two huge cigarette burns.

(“How does one get cigarette burns on the upper sleeves of a business jacket?”, you might well ask. The answer: if you ever have the misfortune of attending the Landlord and Tenant Board on a day when there are 100 plus hearings and a full moon, you will soon find out – especially if you smoke and your stressed out clients also smoke and you try to advise them in the smoking area to calm them down….)

Inner lining and Dunhill pocket
I have to say I’m quite proud of these as well. The cigarette pocket is a necessary design feature for me – I suppose one could use it to hold other things, like lighters (I typically store my lighter in my right brassiere cup. Don’t ask.).

For those three people who are still reading, here are some specs and design notes:

Specs
– size = 36 inches (original jacket = women’s size 8)
– design: my own. Knitted pieces made by Barb’s aunt
– knitting pattern = unknown as I did not knit the pieces and there was no pattern with what I was given, though I suspect Patons had a lot to do with it.
– yarn = knitted pieces are Paton’s Canadiana (100% acrylic), colour 164 (Pepto?). Trim and seaming are Brown’s Sheep Worsted (85% wool, 15% acrylic), Limeade and Red Hot Passion (from remnants in the stash). Approx. 1 skein total of Brown Sheep
– notions = 4.5 mm Aero straight needles, 4.5 mm bamboo crochet hook, 2 iron on decals, 2 ceramic buttons, 2 suit buttons from original suit, craft needle, tapestry needle
– time spent = 10 hours approx.
– date started = 27 October 2007
– date finished = 28 October 2007

Notes:

– I seamed the knitted pieces together using a crochet hook. I may never seam with a tapestry needle again! This entailed crocheting one single crochet round around each knitted piece, then attaching where needed with another line of single crochet.
– The right side border is garter stitch: 2 rows Limeade, 2 rows Pepto and 1 row and bindoff in Red Hot Passion
– The left side border and bottom border were originally supposed to be i-cord edging. However, I do not have the Nicki Epstein book, couldn’t remember how to do this, and was too lazy and stubborn to look it up. So, my first intention was a garter border similar to the right side. However, due to more laziness, I gave up after only one knit row (on the wrong side). Imagine my surprise when this, combined with the crochet row and the bindoff row (on RS) created something which looks very much like i-cord edging! Let’s call it “I-Cord Edging for Lazyass Numbskulls”.


– it took me the majority of the time spent on this project to seam the suit pieces to the knitted pieces and to sew in the lining and pockets. This time factor would be greatly reduced with a sewing machine. (I have a tiny one which I can’t figure out how to use, and which would anyway likely not handle knitting).

(Almost) looking forward to business drag again…

Kristina

PS. In case you still think I’m completely selfish, here is something I’m working on with Barb’s aunt’s sleeves (the sleeves of Barb’s aunt? where are the grammar police when you need them!) to give to Barb… maybe.


I’m not sure what it will be yet. If you have any ideas for me, please Email me 😉

another one for the "never say never" list

I’m sure I’m not the only knitfiend/crafter who has insisted strenuously that although I love knitting, I will NEVER:

(a) knit socks (because why knit them when you can buy them at Zellers for $2/pair?!”):Kristina’s First and Last Socks
(March 2007 or thereabouts)
(Now, I will most likely inveitably knit them again despite the second NEVER… ach, here goes the good ol’ merry go round!)

(b) knit lace (because “it’s too picky and fine and I hate yarnovers”). Too many pics to show here – just check out practically every knitting related post here since June 2007, not to mention the burgeoning Handmaiden and other laceweight stash):

(c) knit a washcloth.

No offence to anyone who is deeply into the washcloth craze, but I haven’t broken this particular “never” yet. (this may well be personally because I don’t appear to believe in coordinating bath towels, but rather grab whatever is cheapest and plushest at Winners…)

My high falutin’ snob standards respecting washcloths, though, do not seem to extend to handkerchiefs, at least not any more.

Hence, today’s post is a show and tell about Never No 4 (note to self: must compose mambo today):

(d) embroider zombies on a cut up pair of briefs to make a snotrag.

Er… I’m sure you’re saying right now “here is one for the “never” annals, for sure! I blame Holly, the Voice of Evil for warping my brain with her brilliant zombie fighting adventures (when is the book coming out?). After an Email chat with her about warshcloths, I got this idea.

So, for those who are as warped as me, here was the design process, such as it is.

1. Sketch or graph your motifs.

One huge problem with this for me – I cannot sketch, and am not great at graphs either. Viz:

Please note the ruffles chip grease stain and the ripped graph paper (and I’d like to know why my legal research office does not accommodate me by stocking graph paper for me to liberate. For shame!).

However, I thought that since my cross-stitch skills are virtually non-existent (see point #2, infra), I’d best try for some sort of plan.

The girl picture comes (very, very roughly speaking, and with no offence intended to Average Jane Crafter) from Craftzine blog

2. Find a canvas

Since this was supposed to be a handkerchief, I initially figured there was no problem as JJ is the only person I know who still carries real-live handkerchieves (which I find rather cute and quaint, although I make him wash them.

Unfortunately, I was busted raiding his stash. The inevitable security guard vs. lawyer interrogation session ensued (in my experience, the lawyers always lose):

JJ: What exactly are ye doin’, hen?
KB: Um… er… I need to borrow one of your handkerchiefs.
JJ: What for?
KB: Um…er… (brilliant excuses cycling through my brain but not stopping long enough to actually form one, as usual)… because I want to make a zombie fighting snotrag.
JJ: What?
KB: (boring attempt at explaining my various psychoses follows)
JJ: But you don’t even like zombie movies! You keep making me change the channel when they come on. I had to learn to program that blasted digital TV thingy just to tape a zombie movie because you refused!!
KB: Well, er… Hallowe’en is coming.
JJ: But you’re dressing like a cheerleader! Or was it Carmen Miranda? I can’t remember, lassie – you’re all over the place like a fart in a trance. But I don’t think any of it had to do with zombies!
KB: But – zombies are a hallowe’en thing, aren’t they?
JJ: What about all that yarn you keep bringing in? You made me order all that stuff on the line (sic) to make me a vest. Where is the vest? And don’t think I haven’t noticed you sneaking straight to the second bedroom after work with more yarn – practically every day! Why don’t you use some of that? And how about mah vest?

(note: here is the swatch for the vest – from the Best of Interweave Knits, done in Knitpicks CotLin. See how short it is? And the poor colour quality? I think the zombies were getting to me…)

KB: It’s not “on the line”, JJ – it’s on line. ON LINE. OK?! And this is not the Spanish Inquisition.
JJ: Don’t you quote Monty Python at me. It’s crrrrap. I was turning the channel from BBC to avoid that crrrap back home while you were still in diapers. Anyway, all you did was “knit, knit, knit” for the last year. Now that’s not good enough? Make yourself another nice top – or my vest. You never make me anything.
KB: You’ve been wearing the gansey I made you for the past week!!!
JJ: Oh – so you don’t appreciate that I really like to wear the sweaters you make for me? You just want to glue that bloody fridge poetry onto stuff instead and now do god knows what with mah handkerchief?

(If anyone knows, by the way, which school in Glasgow exists to teach Irish Scottish men how to employ the Greek/Jewish/general European mother syndrome, please let me know. I wish to send them a strong letter.)

KB: So, can I just have one of your handkerchiefs?
JJ: NO.

End of discussion, more or less. (I did have a cheesy whiny little comeback that I thought better of sharing, for once:)

KBs Tortured Brain: Well, I don’t want any of your snotty rags anyway. Just as well. Who wants to see your dried up snot on my blog? SO THERE. Nyah nyah nyah.

All this to say, I was deprived of the supreme ironic potential of using an actual snotrag (because, of course, with my ADD I had to start on this right away. The bottles of limeless Corona probably had something to do with it as well.).

I tried first with JJs eyeglass cleaning cloth. He noticed and snatched it from me, muttering about wee greek horrors.

So – I cut up a pair of his briefs instead. Heh. Heh. Heh.

3. Start cross-stitching

I suspect I’ve mentioned that I hate sewing. My cross-stitch skills are also pretty lame (oh – and that would constitute “never no. 5″… I nearly slaughtered myself several times during the making of this one last year:Santa Hell and said “NO MORE NEEDLEPOINT!!!”.

So, what do I do – decide to do a cross-stitch on a medium that has no grid. Good thinking, Batgirl!

I also, by the way, forgot how to do the basic x-stitch. Luckily there are lots of on-line instructions.

4. Attach meaningful symbolism to your piece.

This is really difficult to do when your emblems are probably not recognizable to anyone but yourself. However…

(a)
I think that at least the “no” sign should be instantly recognizable for what it is (at least, if you’re a smoker!). Too bad mine came out lopsided, as 4 Coronas makes it quite difficult to follow a graph.

(b)
This is the most significant part of the pattern, and so, it stands to reason (in my universe, anyway) the least obvious. To the left is the house under possible siege by the zombie. To the right is the zombie. The house has a red roof which is the “voice of evil zombie banishing” colour, and a lame attempt at grass (which could also be viewed as a protective force-field of snot). The house is shooting out sunrays toward the zombie. Did Zombie Die!!!

(c)

The Jolly Roger. Again, a bit lopsided. I picked fuschia as being a fabulous evil banishing tough chick colour.

The border is green. The significance of that, given the inspiration by Holly, should be quite obvious.

You will also note a blank spot in the “canvas”. (JJ’s very helpful comment, by the way, was “You forgot something”). This has symbolic and practical meaning.

Symbolism = the great unknown as to the outcome of any purported zombie attack
Practicality = If it’s a snotrag, one needs someplace to blow one’s nose.

Most importantly perhaps, though:

Truth = I got bored and couldn’t face stitching “Home Sweet Zombie-Free Home”.

Please note also the other design feature – an elastic lanyard/zombie stunner.

Next up, perhaps: a set of briefs with “If’s it no’ scottish it’s crrrap” stitched onto the y-front, a saltire on one cheek and a canadian flag on the other. (JJs says “Don’t bother.” Might as well wave a red cape in front of the proverbial bull, really. You think he’d have figured this out by now!)

Actually, though, it seems as though it really is time to go back to the knitting…
although today I’m off to Canadian Tire to buy terracotta flowerpots for my mosaic tealight holders (they’re always a big hit as they throw off sparks when in use… I’ll take a pic of a finished one when at my friend’s place for Hallowe’en).

Happy weekend!

harvest moon and other tidbits


when driving back from work with JJ last evening, we saw a lovely harvest moon (and now Neil Young tunes are cycling through my brain like hamsters on crack). The above is my lame attempt to photograph it later…

Maybe because of the moon, JJ finally agreed to let me post He Gansey (No Sheep for You) pics on the blog:

“Just call me Charles Atlas”. Actually, I think he was trying to do a “OPA!” thing.

This is how the recalcitrant moon first morphed when I tried to photograph it:

What a bugger, eh?

And now for today’s craft photo… a repurposed cigar box I decorated last year, mostly with broken vintage teacups (and some fiestaware):

I am addicted to those “this china is from Britain” bits on the bottom of the old teacups for some reason.

More creative endeavours – see today’s other blog post about haiku.

Finally, just in time for Hallowe’en, I saw this blog post on how to make your own candy bars (I love Twix!!!)

Chow!

Happy Friday!

by popular request…

Darx from Knittyboard (sorry, no blog link) asked to see these – and some coworkers also wanted to see them “in print” as the original copy was in my inimitable chickenscratch.

Tenant Reverse Haiku

(* I say “reverse” because little genius me just realised that she confused the appropriate Haiku metre: these are written in 7/5/7 instead of 5/7/5. SIGH)

(27 September 2007, Kristina B, written during a staff meeting)

fire alarm battery dead
screaming so loudly
super answers not his phone

eviction hearing today
“pay and stay” says judge
cockroaches do not matter

landlord landlord go away
no written notice
come against another day

fridge is broken yet again
landlord doesn’t care
I fill in my form T6

I plan to perform these at the next regional conference: wearing feudal landlord garb. 🙂

And the next one is a REAL haiku… written 24 October 2007 at a conference in anticipation of a talking head’s speech to take place the following day and concomitant consternation by a colleaugue that she had forgotten to bring Buzzword Bingo cards – or, rather, this card.

An Ode to Horizontality
or
The 6th Minute of the Game


(written on 24 October in anticipation of the speech by our fearless leader at TCTC yesterday AM – Jennifer Ramsay forgot to bring the bulls**t bingo cards. This is a true haiku in 5/7/5 metre)

synergies galore
silos, Rubik, Value Ag*…
“BINGO!” cry out I.

**Note: the phrase “Value Agenda” has become popular of late, apparently. And, did you know that “Sharing is a two way street”?

Aphrodite’s new bag!

Now, back to the regularly scheduled knitting programme:

The fancy Brea Bag which I think must be by the fabulous Norah Gaughan. Pattern available free at the Berocco website.

Specs:

Yarn = Paton’s Decor (sorry, Berocco) – 50/50 wool/acrylic – cranberry, burgundy and blue
Needle Size = 4.5 mm
Started = a couple of summers ago while on holiday in Kingston, then became a long-forgotten UFO
Finished = yesterday at training conference (outlaw knitting!!!)

Notes:

– I used two different yarn colours in the main part of the pattern – I think that shows a bit on this picture. In person, it gives the colour some depth.
– I wanted a burgundy and blue purse at the time for work, hence the colour choices (not my favourite combo now, but I like the bag.
– The pattern was very fun to work with and quite simple. Good cable project for a beginner.
– I would recommend, however, a yarn with more stitch definition than the Paton, which is a bit “fuzzy” looking. Maybe Jo Sharp Desert Cotton…
– I like knitting in public! I just had the strap to finish and it was easy enough to take to my conference. A good way to stay awake during dry legal stuff, let me tell you! Today I am presenting so don’t really think I can get away with this, though (although I’m at risk of falling asleep during my own presentation…;-). Hopefully the crowd likes the fancy feudalism clipart I found for my landlord/tenant case review powerpoint!!


I hope to have another long-term UFO finished (in new form) tomorrow or Saturday, then back to my design project. Stay tuned!