Here are 5 more examples of making something new and exciting out of older clothes. I am having too much fun with this.
July 27, 2012
July 09, 2012
Upcycling
My husband laughs every time I say I am upcycling, like isn't it just recycling, and I say no, it is upcycling, because I am making something better than it was. Or so I like to believe. You be the judge.
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| A frilly crocheted hem |
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| detail of stitched-on leaves and beads |
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| grey silk is touched up with silk leaves |
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| Following the arched seam design, I needle-felted in a contrasting color |
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| Keith had this awesome koi shirt that I would not let him give away. New dress! |
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| Swimming fish added on with basting |
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| More of Keith's shirts became this dress. Hee Haw! |
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| Silk and velvet goodwill find becomes sundress |
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| Another goodwill find updated for the 4th of July |
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| For Keith, for giving up his other shirts. |
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| A plain black dress gets a little bling. |
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| Close up of antique buttons and sequins |
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| New suit |
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| Skirt detailing, done by needle felting |
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| Jacket detail, again needle felting |
the night of the raccoons
I woke, around 3:00 AM, to a sound like no other. It was a high-pitched wail, clearly not human, but animal, and alarming. It was the sound of distress, so out of bed in a flash, my mind slowly realizing I had left the chicken coop open for the bajillionth time and this bad habit had finally caught up with me.
I stumbled down to the coop, and noticed first the swinging feeder, in motion because something large had bumped by. Sabine was pacing, clucking and pacing, and I almost concluded that she had caused the commotion. But no, wake up, Kim, count the chickens. There was Sabine, and Goldie, that was it, and then the caterwauling came from the other end of the yard. My other chickens! I plunged through the dark bushes toward the cry and heard something rattle the fence. A dark shape, Ethel, made her way up the hill toward me and melted into my arms when I picked her up. She had been hurt around her ear, bit, and I wiped off the blood and took her back to the coop, where she limped around, clearly injured in her leg as well. She seemed determined to pace the coop, Cowgirl was still missing. I shone my flashlight over the fence into the neighbor's yard and two beads of yellow reflected back at me - predator eyes! As I watched, the eyes turned away and a large brown body crawled over the far fence. My first thought was marsupial, like a wallaby, certainly not my first suspect the coyote. Raccoon. Raccoons are smart, they'll come back. I waited by the coop to be sure. Two yellow eyes beamed back at me from inside a tree, and I was able to make out the face mask and ears. Then Sheeba, our cat, what was she doing out here? When I returned from tossing her back into the house, the eyes were right above the coop, perched at the fence juncture like a gargoyle. GIT! I waited again. Something was moving about at the other end of the yard, sure enough, there were two of them, one missing its tail. They tried tightrope-walking the fence toward the coop again, and I hurled a rock at one, missed, but deterred it. About five minutes later, somewhere near 4 AM, the birds started up and knew they were gone. After reinforcing the chicken-wire, I fell back to bed.
The big question is do I have to sit watch again tonight. I need a bb-gun.
I almost forgot - Cowgirl was wandering around under the kitchen window this morning. How she evaded the invaders will remain her little secret.
I stumbled down to the coop, and noticed first the swinging feeder, in motion because something large had bumped by. Sabine was pacing, clucking and pacing, and I almost concluded that she had caused the commotion. But no, wake up, Kim, count the chickens. There was Sabine, and Goldie, that was it, and then the caterwauling came from the other end of the yard. My other chickens! I plunged through the dark bushes toward the cry and heard something rattle the fence. A dark shape, Ethel, made her way up the hill toward me and melted into my arms when I picked her up. She had been hurt around her ear, bit, and I wiped off the blood and took her back to the coop, where she limped around, clearly injured in her leg as well. She seemed determined to pace the coop, Cowgirl was still missing. I shone my flashlight over the fence into the neighbor's yard and two beads of yellow reflected back at me - predator eyes! As I watched, the eyes turned away and a large brown body crawled over the far fence. My first thought was marsupial, like a wallaby, certainly not my first suspect the coyote. Raccoon. Raccoons are smart, they'll come back. I waited by the coop to be sure. Two yellow eyes beamed back at me from inside a tree, and I was able to make out the face mask and ears. Then Sheeba, our cat, what was she doing out here? When I returned from tossing her back into the house, the eyes were right above the coop, perched at the fence juncture like a gargoyle. GIT! I waited again. Something was moving about at the other end of the yard, sure enough, there were two of them, one missing its tail. They tried tightrope-walking the fence toward the coop again, and I hurled a rock at one, missed, but deterred it. About five minutes later, somewhere near 4 AM, the birds started up and knew they were gone. After reinforcing the chicken-wire, I fell back to bed.
The big question is do I have to sit watch again tonight. I need a bb-gun.
I almost forgot - Cowgirl was wandering around under the kitchen window this morning. How she evaded the invaders will remain her little secret.
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