More in counter cross-stitch. I salute the attempt to deconstruct the sexism, but leave the cross stitch out of it unless you want to look like a bozo. It's counted. We count. We don't counter anything. I don't leave my stitching on the counter. Is that so counter-intuitive?
Another Pearl dies. I am especially pleased to see another crafter dedicated to celebrity face in cross-stitch:
Pearl, where I bought the stuffing for my giant squid. Pearl, where you can get castable silicon for making those orange Gaultier suspenders Leeloo wore in the Fifth Element for Halloween. Pearl, where I could usually find the colors of embroidery floss necessary for the skin tones in the cross-stitch I made of Ice Cube's face. Oh, Pearl, I mourn you. (emphasis added)
For the Project Runway Fans, a "Make it Work" pattern
Frankly, no one really wanted Elvis to live to be 75. But you can remember his younger days in cross stitch, from his military service to "Gold" Elvis to a Graceland Sampler. The latter includes my favorite piece of Elvis cheese, the TCB lightning bolt emblem (Taking Care of Business in a Flash, his personal motto. Which cracks me up still.)
Sorry I don't have the story that goes with this one (from the Global Post Blog). The link is broken. But somewhere in Asia, cross-stitching facemasks (to protect oneself from H1N1) is a "booming industry." See, the Asians really will save us cross-stitchers (remember the Chinese weightlifting team?)
The Brits are done with instant gratification. Cross stitch, thriving.
World's Largest Cross Stitch. Twenty folk artists working "over 200 days." Yeah, twenty four hour days. Be sure to watch the video so you can get the scale.
Doing Cross-stitch: it's how you can tell you are getting old. Add it to the old lady count. (Frankly, I've lost count.)
Monday, February 15, 2010
Around the Webosphere
Things happening. Time eaten. Snow falling. Talk amongst yourselves. Here are some topics.