So lucky to work with these colors all week! (Left to Right) Moray Minis, posting on Saturday | One of my favorite abstracts by Stephanie Lawrence | South American concert posters | machine embroidery thread
(Left to Right) Moray minis, like little color sketches | Quilting experiment with machine embroidery and a running stitch | Closeup of a costume from the Dîa de Padres festival (Father's Day) | Brights on their way to the Mill No. 5 Bazaar this Saturday!
"What's the point of sending postcards anymore?" a friend asked last week.
However, this RaisaAntonia MORAY postcard you see here isn't an old-school postcard, it's not a thank you note and it's not a mocking, I'm-here-in-Florida-while-you-freeze-to-death-on-the-East-Coast message to a so-called friend.
Nope, this is part of the new Design Inspiration series. These postcards offer a quick summary of the inspiration behind the design used for your specific RaisaAntonia piece.
This is the first one: the MORAY postcard.
Last night I sat staring at my kids' snackbags wondering what in the world I was going to put inside these things. This is by far my least favorite chore, and frankly one my 13 year-old does better than I do.
To make matters worse, this 7th Grader of mine gave me a run-down of the snackbags his ski friends and classmates have been carrying around lately. These munchies include, but are not limited to: homemade scones, hand-dipped chocolate-covered strawberries, cubed pineapples with special toothpicks and raw, sprouted spelt & flax crackers made fresh each morning.
"How about an Odwalla bar and a cheese stick?" I ask. Because that's about as far as I go in this snack department. On gold medal days I add pretzels.
The problem isn't the snackbag per se but my lack of inspiration. I am deeply unmoved by the prospect of filling a bag with munchables for my kids. Don't get me wrong - we eat healthy, we eat well and we eat a lot. I do not abuse their growing bodies with mercury-filled fish, and usually buy organic produce. I even have recyclable grocery bags from Whole Foods, see?, and we have Kefir in the fridge. I am not a total food deadbeat.
But carefully prepared snacks do not give me a rush, do not fill me with Mom-inspired joy, and is not the stress-reducer it is for others. Nope. In fact, the process fills me with so much loathing that I prefer to call it: The Tyranny of the Snack Bag.
Bad Design Days Happen
On occasion, this extends into the studio and I am faced with The Tyranny of Design. No matter how well-rested, happy and focused I am, there are days when the sketchbook reveals drivel, and not one pencil mark is worth the tree that died to make its life possible. It's all awful. Every page.
Then there are moments when Inspiration with a capital "I" hits, and what emerges from the sketchbook and on to the knitting machine just works.
The Moray design, which I've been working with now for months , was one such moment. After visiting the Inca ruins of Moray I sketched a basic design that I barely modified by the time it hit the machine.
Wouldn't it be strange if this happened every day in the studio?! If every one of my snackbags was INSPIRED? My kids, for one, would likely pass out in shock if they found a home-baked, chocolate souffle in their bags tomorrow . . .
What inspires you - as a Mom and in your studio?? Is it the snackbag, the sketchbook or both?