Goodness, I love tissue paper. I made these super simple tissue paper roses for my mum’s birthday. I used twigs from our yard wrapped in green tissue for the stems and little balls of white paper glued to sticks for the mock baby’s breath. Pretty fun stuff. The sad part is that I gave them away so now I need to make more for me!
I’ve been scanning some of the postcards from Abe’s grandfather that I find particularly inspiring. Here’s the one from my previous post (supplemented by many other images I found online of a similar style), and here’s the one for my next post (very literal).
Last night I stayed up until 5:15 AM working on an art project, which is something I haven’t done in ages. It’s really a crazy feeling when you realize hours have gone by and the sun is coming up and you left the cat outside to fend for himself and you’ve spent hours completely focused on one thing. And then you tell yourself you should probably go to bed, but you still don’t because working on things is fun. It felt good. I did try to get to sleep around 6 am but was fairly wired. My cat kneaded me, that helped.
I’m nervous to post the thing I spent so much time on, seeing as it’s probably not terribly impressive. But I am a VERY beginner at photo manipulation and layouts and such — most of the time spent on this was Googling how to do things… here’s a glimpse at my Google history between 2:11 and 3:11 AM.
I’ve been slowly teaching myself how to use GIMP (It’s FREE); I like using it but I don’t find it very intuitive.
I will post the postcard I made later on when I have another computer. For some reason (it’s crap) my computer can never upload anything to Tumblr or Facebook.
Hopefully it will be part of my on-going project to make a collection of Hornby-themed postcards for my own enjoyment. I’m feeling particularly inspired to work on this because of Abe’s grandfather who passed away this week. Charles Reis Smith was a big mail-phile (invented word, I think!) like myself. He sent letters to his friends very frequently and when he was in the hospital I was blown away by the huge number of cards and letters he received every day. This week Abe and his dad started to clean out CRS’s house on Loon Lake and found a huge stash of postcards he had collected from all over; most were from Florida but there were also a bunch from Hong Kong, Jerusalem, and many US cities (I don’t think he ever traveled to Hong Kong or Jerusalem so I’m not sure how he got them). Abe gifted the stack of cards to me, and I couldn’t be happier ; it seems the most appropriate thing I could inherit from CRS seeing as I’m not really family. The stack has probably no real value monetarily or to the other members of the Smith family, but to me it is a real treasure. Anyway, I’ve been inspired by a lot of the styles of the cards and I plan to mimic some of the themes to create Hornby cards.
I haven’t been very hobby-ful lately. I gave up on crochet rather quickly but did take up knitting again, which I learned to do sometime in middle school. I am making 2 neck warmers, both pretty goofy looking as I am very good at losing track of what number stitch I am on. I will give them to my Dad and boyfriend or someone that won’t mind/notice. I am glad that the knitting is going somewhere and I have two projects under way. I don’t find it to be the most rewarding hobby, though, as I mostly just do it when I sit and watch TV for hours which makes me feel fairly worthless. And it’s springtime now so I need to do something a bit more out-doorsy.
Yesterday I bought an "I taught myself CROCHET" kit and some cheap yarn. I’ve been wanting to learn how to crochet for a while. So far my review of the book is not super high but I have managed to learn a few basic things, mostly with the aid of the internet.
One problem I’m having is figuring out where I left off when I stop. Also, The book will say things like “insert hook under back loop” but doesn’t really define what is the back or front. As a super beginner, those things would be helpful. Part of the difficulty is my own fault — the yarn I bought has lots of fly-awaysy which makes it hard to tell what is what or to compare my stitches to the ones in the pictures. To me they just look like a big mass of knots and it’s hard to say if I’m doing it right or not.
But I suppose that’s what I get for choosing the cheapest book and yarn they had. I also chose it because the first project is a beer coozie, which I thought was pretty funny. And useful.
The book makes me wonder why I even want to crochet — the projects in it are pretty darn ugly; I’m certainly not interested in making my own geeky sweaters and cellphone holders. I suppose I am more interested in the scarves and blankets. And having something to do.
I’m thinking of seeking out the help of some mothers of friends.
Woo! I officially love postcrossing. I have received ONE (1) postcard in the mail from a stranger and I am hooked. I just about peed my pants when it arrived. Wish I had a scanner. 4 people have received my postcards, 1 is MIA. I sent 4 more today.
On a related note, I am planning to make my own postcards. My first ones will probably be of pictures of Hornby to send to family and pals to give them my new address.
I’m trying to come up with a funny slogan for the Town of Hornby. I looked to the Hornby Wikipedia page for inspiration but it is very dry.
Here’s my first attempt at a Hornby postcard. This is a goofy old “barn” that I pass on my way to town every day. Photo by me. I think it needs a funnier/more clever slogan but it is fun regardless.
Postcrossing is a website that connects you with postcard lovers all over the world. I did step 1 and 2 this week: sign up, and send 5 postcards to assigned strangers of all difference ages and backgrounds. It’s neat. This week I sent to the US, Germany, the Netherlands, Russia, and the UK.
I won’t know if it’s actually cool until they receive them, log them in, and then I start receiving cards. I’m looking forward to that part. But I’m optimistic about it, and it’s a relatively cheap hobby. You can find all kinds of postcards for relatively cheap, the expensive part is the postage: $1.05 for all cards outside of US/Canada/Mexico.
I’ll be interested to see how the messages I send to strangers vary. This batch had mostly brief messages about what I was doing that day with lots of exclamation points. But I can fathom the temptation to bare your soul to a complete stranger that barely understands English.
I’ve been thinking for a while that one of the biggest reasons/excuses I have for not writing and being openly creative is that I am afraid of the criticism that comes with it. I am such a judgmental person that I have undoubtedly earned many judgments.
I’ve thought a lot about creating a pseudonym to write under to see if that helps me to feel less judged. It would likely be a name that is a combination of animals and months that I like. Or places I have lived. Or flowers. Or my pin-number. This could be me: June C. Foster, Autumn 1092, Giraffe Jones, Violet Munjoy, Rosie K. March. For using my own formula, I can’t say I identify with any of these.
It would make me feel cowardly in a bad way and sneaky in a good way. Maybe liberated. I guess the true test would be if I can decide on name and actually write using it.