crafter’s humour..

Very good post over on the Etsy forums: You are truly a crafter if

The scary bit is how many of them I recognised and agreed with in my own life, especially the beads at the bottom of one’s bag, the walk-barefoot-at-own-risk in my work area.. I wonder if there’s a twelve step programme out there?


did someone say, “sneak preview?”

Ah, January- not only home of delightfully crisp diary pages and finishing the stragglers in the Thornton’s box, but one of those months that is chock-full of sneak previews of Ripping Good Stuff (TM). Let me just channel the spirit of Jesse of Jesse’s Diets Fame to get in the mood:

So, to the jewellery..

This year so far, I are bin’ mostly indulgin’ my new-found love of shell. Last year I introduced some chunkier neckpieces, using shell paired with Bali or Hill Tribe silver or Swarovski crystal. This year, a little more of the same but with new, contrasting materials.

You can expect more use of various fibres in my jewellery- silk and felt and organza oh my!-as well as a bit of fabric here and there. Think wearable, elegant multi-media pieces that don’t itch, damnit.

I am also working on a range for people who like their jewellery a bit more lean– expect silver, wood and a bit of knotwork.

In my fibre work- more crochet this year than last. More lovely small bits and bobs to adorn yourself and your home for not too much spendage, and in lovely new yarn blends. I will be paying attention to wool alternatives for my vegetarian and vegan friends, so expect a bit more on that.

Papercrafts will involve a couple of new techniques here and there (awfully curious about quilling, for one!), and an increased usage of recycled and/ or reclaimed materials.

Overall, 2010 in WaterMemory Towers will be about continuity- I tried some new things in 2009 and they worked- as well as a few new bits and surprises, and expanding my merciless dominion of the Internets. (Well, a shop at DaWanda is as good a place to start as any, right?) Sustainability is not going to go by the wayside with me, just because times are tough. You can expect me to continue paying keen attention to where my supplies come from, continuing my support for smaller suppliers and choosing the ethical alternatives.

things I love

– I’ve recently returned to writing letters. Yes yes, I am aware of this thing called email, and another thing called the Internets which I gather is a series of tubes, but the elevated pleasure of a handwritten letter and the whole loveliness of the process involved just gets me, you know? I found these lovely resources on mail art in my travels- beautiful stuff.

– The costuming on Firefly. There is everything to love about that show already, but the attention to detail in the costuming (especially Inara’s wardrobe) is particularly striking for the magpie/ crafty part of my brain.

– Finishing off chocolates with the immortal excuse that “since they were a gift, it would be rude not to”. Oh yes, just call me Emily Post (as I polish off the last strawberry ones from the Milk Tray)..

– The Epicurious app. My repertoire of weirdly coloured mocktails increases!

– Finally having a bath tub after doing without for far, far too long. Expect Lush to announce mega-profits in 2010 on the basis of their Irish performance ;).

an open letter to January

Dear January,

Oh, how you try to fool us. You puff up your cheeks and make yourself look positively terrifying: a month of credit card bills that make one weep to look upon, joyless hikes to the gym on half a grapefruit/ a vial of some green gunk blessed by Gwyneth Paltrow/ whatever the latest fad is and bitter recriminations after the diet of Haribos and vodka that saw out the old year..

But that’s not what you’re about at all, is it? Really, you’re about the intoxicating feeling of a new beginning, if one chooses to think of it that way. Or the blank page of a new diary, perhaps. Or the transcendantly pleasurable couch + blanket + favourite film equation. Although you don’t want to admit it, January, what you actually represent is a time for drawing inwards, enjoying all the lovely things one has already, and the best, best fuel. You are a time for long baths, long walks and taking it just a tad slower.

January, I salute you. Without you in the year, where in the name of science would we ever get the chance to slow down and to enjoy all the good stuff?

In grateful appreciation,


P.S Could do without my part of the city masquerading as the first open air skating rink in Ireland these mornings, though.

P.P.S Is it alright if I just finish the last few pieces from the Milk Tray? It was a gift so it would be rude not to. If you are okay with this please give me absolutely no sign.

P.P.P.S Thy will be done.