and new pirates, campers and corsage girls.
miss bird says hello
I was sitting by a window working on an owl on Sunday- a new dark owl ( made from a variety of 19th century garments and the backing of an old quilt) and I heard an unmistakable sound outside, the clippity clop of a horse going by. I almost didn’t look because it’s never happened before and I thought I was imagining it.
I love horses and grew up with a big Shetland pony named Ginger.
That’s me and my stylish father and Ginger in 1970. We were building bird houses. I was 4 and I remember the day distinctly. Ginger was an interesting character – he had very definite ideas about things. He lives on a beautiful farm for old horses now.
When stuff like this shows up I can’t think fast enough or sew fast enough. Thank you Stephen!!
And the beginning of the new spider system . Spiders take me forever to make and that’s mostly fine, I like making spiders, but it isn’t practical. As I make more I get better at it and things begin occur to me that speed up the process; having the wire cut to length for each part makes a big difference and next I need to make jigs for forming the leg shapes . I’ll probably need help with that.
I’ll show you more highlights from the Sri box later and maybe some new things in progress – I’m finishing some things over the weekend that will be in the shop early next week – some spiders, an owl or two and some little birds, if you would like to be notified when the new things are available please check back here or join the mailing list at my shop.
Mudlarking - I like the word very much, I first encountered it here. That’s me in the photo below, mudlarking my ass off at Dead Horse Beach. I’ve been getting wonderful little bits and pieces found there from the bottle man at the park slope flea market for years, last Saturday I finally got out there myself with my friend Craig. The history of the place is fascinating, you can read more about it here and there is an article about the Barren Island fire of 1906 here.
photos by craig duff
We were there when the tide was out revealing a crazy blanket of old glass bottles and all sorts of other things – everyday sorts of things – old timey trash.