More apocalypse, less angst
When I was a much younger punk than I am right now, every collective house in my city had some kind of name. It might have been descriptive of its inhabitants (The Monkeyhouse as in Welcome to the Monkeyhouse), location (Fernwood House, Fairfield House),… Continue Reading “Urban Crow Bungalow.”
An east van street I can’t ever remember having such a warm and sunny autumn in all my years of living in Vancouver (this fall marks fifteen such autumns), but it really has been lovely to come home to this brilliant colour up and… Continue Reading “Autumn walking.”
It must be the transition from outside to inside, but I’ve recently become obsessed with textile projects again. For the first time since… well…. last winter I guess. Something about the summer and I really have no desire to be toiling away at the… Continue Reading “Paint and fabric. Paint and fabric.”
After spending the weekend doing many things – wine-making, cooking, watching movies, going for walks and sewing – I’ve got some bragging rights on this cool scrap-busting project. Fancy cloth dinner napkins! I wish I could claim the design as well, but truth be… Continue Reading “Scrap-bustin'”