The Octo-Boxers are done. I repeat, the Octo-Boxers are done!
(This is my headline, à la the Simpsons spinning headline “The Lincoln Squirrel Has Been Assasinated!”
I’ve never taken so long to complete a fairly simple project. A testament to the challenges of this Spring and Summer.
I hope that my friend likes them. They were stitched with a lot of love and appreciation for all of the support and kindness he has given me during a time of unbelievable change in my life. That kind of friendship is rare. This is the kind of friend for whom you make handmade gifts. That you put in the time and stitch in the love.
|Fingering the crazy crotch tentacle|
My friend is considerably larger than me and these will fit him differently, but here I am modeling the Octo-Boxers after nipping them in with clips. (Forgive the horrible beige background…this is the horror that is my sublet apartment.)
|The final, happy crotch tentacle|
Next up in my life: Finding a more permanent place to live (I’ve been living like a refugee in a sparse summer sublet). Continuing to form deeper connections with people I care about. Continuing to be wide open to the world and possibility and friendship and passion. Full discloser: Over the last several month, I have learned just how warm, open and embracing of life I actually am. And I think it is kind of extreme and one of my unique traits. I’m vulnerable just like anyone else, but I’m unafraid. I won’t be crushed. And this feels amazing!
|Looping chain stitch garter belt|
Artistically, I will gather up my art and stitching supplies around me. I’ll set up my beautiful Bernina sewing machine in my new home. I will absorb all of the inspiration I can from my world (last week’s museum visit was a revelation for me; I should be doing that MORE.) And I will sketch and stitch and sew and make my art and crafts. I could not be happier about this.
Writing this post from NYC. I’m trolling museum and galleries, collecting found text, shopping for art supplies, visiting friends, feeling grateful and just enjoying the city of my birth and how far I’ve come. Musing a little bit about what comes next. But also, living in the moment.
Octo-Boxers, I love you! I release you and your eight tentacles back into the ocean. Be free and be happy!