Laume's Studio

I haven't been blogging much (at all) lately. But I have been spending a lot of time in my studio. Working on the last of the holiday gifts, we just met with family to give them out yesterday. So I couldn't take photos until after.... Oh man, I JUST REALIZED, I did what I wasn't going to do - give the gifts and forget to take photos! Crap. Well, I made beautiful napkins. And an equally beautiful scarf. Maybe I can get the giftee to take a photo or two and send them to me.

Well, I couldn't take post photos of those beforehand, obviously. And I've been working on gathering, sewing, making all the different components of our winter ball attire. I could show you photos of that but I was so last minute frantic that I didn't have time, really, and besides it will all look so much better when it's all assembled with make up and the proper atmosphere. Tonight, tonight! The Good Faeries gather for dance and song and much frivolity. I'm bringing my camera!

In the meantime, I'll leave you with these random vignettes from my studio.




Mr. Parrot (he probably needs a proper name, hmmmm) perches high above a window. Every fabric pirate needs a studio parrot.




A wizard bear looks like he's got great forBEARance for all the stuff piled on top of him.




This is new puppy Magpie. She's aptly named as she thinks she can perch atop anything. I did not put her up on top of these piles, she leaped up there. Or perhaps flew when I my back was turned. I was digging in the closet and felt someone looking over my shoulder. I turned to see her there as if "What are we looking at, huh!?" She also climbs atop my head. I kid you not. Not my shoulder, as Rosie does, the actually top of my head, where she then tries to pull my hair out.




My son gifted me with this jar full of beach treasures. I love agates.




There's a whole wall full of books. Lots of pretties are balanced in front of the reading material or, as hubby calls it, our home insulation. The red butterfly is going to be on my head tomorrow night for the Bad Faerie Ball.




All that fluttering and leaping tires a puppy out. Ahe's learned to nap on the guest bed in the studio after her attempts to help me with the sewing machine foot pedal didn't go over as the enthusiastic helpful gesture that I'm sure she intended.