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posted by [personal profile] bzedan at 09:07pm on 14/11/2025 under , ,

I’ve had on my to-do of blog posts to write “old embroidery” for a while. For many years, I had a commute that was a four hour round trip. On the way to work I tried very hard not to fall asleep, and keeping my hands busy with embroidery was a good way to do it (I also tore through so many books thanks to Project Gutenberg and a little Nokia mobile with wifi).

I had a little kit in a mint tin that held my needles and some of the thread or other things I needed. A dear friend made me a sort of soft folio container that I kept my projects and other hanks of thread in. The whole kit fit neatly into my backpack and off I went.

The earliest examples of what I embroidered on my Flickr seem to be a series I did illustrating different states, based on what I knew of them (which was not much). This was around 2008.

A small rectangular panel of embroidery on an off-white, rustically patterned piece of fabric. The very general rough concept of the state's geography is embroidered, with a large question mark in the lower east corner. Areas like the coastal range are clearly understood and key cities have messily embroidered labels.

I started playing more with embroidery as sketching, “drawing” the other commuters I saw regularly on the train. I wasn’t much for cross-stitch, but I did have the aida fabric from various friend’s destashes and a life of scrounging craft materials and it was fun to approach the pixel-like limitations of the fabric outside of cross stitch.

A scan of embroidery done in blue and green floss on yellow aida cross stitch fabric. Simple line "drawings" of faces are paired with "single pixel high" labels such as "let me on train first" and "distrust at my glance."

Now, imagine if you will, an internet where a sassy man doing cross stitch could reach viral heights. Bacon and moustaches were the height of… something. Steampunk was doing things (and I was involved, writing about papier mâché, of course). I was in my twenties and found it all rather annoying. So I did a litle cross stitch series about it.

A photo of three cross stitch mottos on aida fabric stretched on frames. They read, "it is not a hack, that is how it is done," "there is no 'alt'," and "'punk' should be more than a suffix."

It was a fun, weird time for embroidery online, actually. A friend kept a blog where each post was embroidered and had a scroll-over effect, which I commented on in kind. Writing was sort of a focus for a bit, like this line from Fanny Hill, or this ranking of movie trilogies that I think got on some pages back in the day (the cleaner scan of it has 6k views, lol).

What my true love, with embroidery though, was sculpture. I loved stumpwork for being a great way to use up thread scraps as stuffing. There’s so much structure and thick texture possible.

A photo, taken at an extreme angle, of some embroidered birds in reds and yellows on a green muslin. The stitches are stuffed and padded so that their shapes are raised well above the fabric.

In my years of commuting I amassed a nice amount of work. I didn’t just embroider on the train though, I liked taking it on trips, like this freeform cutwork practise I did when we drove to Wyoming. Please enjoy the same muslin ground used for this and the one above–I dyed a true fuckload of muslin for a backdrop in theatre than nobody wanted after the show was done so I’ve been carrying it around since and have almost used it all now, some 20 years later.

A scan of cutwork in turquoise and yellow done on a muted teal muslin. The work has been backed by rich red linen and the two pieces stitched together with a perfect red running stitch.

Eventually, I stumbled on Opusanglicanum, which introduced me to what has remained one of my favourite surface work approaches–laid and couch work. Its an approach I always enjoy, and it’s been around so long there’s something lovely about doing a stitch people have done for ages and ages.

A close photo of a trefoil kind of leaf done in soft sage green laid and couch work, on brown felt.

Looking back it feels like it was a couple-year rush of embroidery but then the practise followed me along like a dog. The embroidery tag here on the blog has stuff as “recent” as 2015. I wonder if, from there I in general stopped blogging and also started focusing on other craft. My commute was mostly walking at that point, then a couple years later we moved states and everything changed.

I may not embroider as much as I used to, there’s just so much craft be doing. But the love and the skills are still there and I pulled them out to fix the worn out old cuffs and pockets on this coat I made nine years ago.

A close photo of a person in a denim coat with their hand in their pocket, cropped so you only see the cuff and the pocket, both of which are a darker (unworn) denim, with surface embroidery in yellow, green, and blue.

There’s a bag, in all my various craft storage, of what work I still have from this era of embroidery that I realise was close to 15 years ago. Maybe when I’m done with my current craft projects (which include crocheting my first sweater!), I’ll return to the stitching I miss.

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posted by [personal profile] bzedan at 06:00pm on 04/05/2012 under ,

This month I got: 20, 13, 3

  1. Animatic for The Audacity Gambit
  2. Sewing: clothes
  3. Embroidery
  4. Ink comic from last February (Richard III)
  5. Nails
  6. Photography: make sets, pick direction
  7. Next book
  8. Library
  9. Garden
  10. Cooking
  11. Painting
  12. Fashion blogging
  13. The unfinished/begun monographs
  14. Final Space Goth chapter
  15. Chase and Brenna collabs
  16. Miniatures
  17. Get rid of old art
  18. Printmaking
  19. Papier mâché
  20. Old photos

Finished:

I’d been hoping embroidery would come up. I miss it, that four-hour commute window I had every day is gone, since we now live near where I work.

I have embroidered a lot of things.

What I've done so far

I like doing it, I still think in stitching.

Some embroidery I've done

I like its time-consuming uselessness.  Hella zen, right?

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

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posted by [personal profile] bzedan at 02:24pm on 13/10/2010 under , , , , , ,

After the total concert cockblock, we ended up going to Scissor Sisters the next week. It was an amazing show (I did a nail for it) and it answered the question that’s been in the back of my mind for ages, “Would I like clubbing?” Answer: YES. They made us work for the encore, came out with a costume change and right at the climax of the last song the ceiling exploded confetti and it was essentially magic. Drifting down, among the little tissue paper and mylar bits, were three dollar bills (ha) with a q-code on the back that goes to RentBoy.com. Perfection.

There’s been a kick to ramp up creating, making and being, which has been overwhelming but awesome. Chase has added a bunch of amazing stuff to his site. Things that have been sitting in my sketchbook for ages are getting done, like the Black Metal Eyelashes.

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I’m embroidering again, and not being very good about documenting it, the latest big piece has a happy home and lots of snaps of my obsessive detail. The idea of showing my work at these things called “galleries” isn’t as hateful to me as it has been in the past, I’m dipping a toe in cautiously. The kitchen sink creature, in its tiny gross glory, packed itself down to Bloomington, Indiana, to be part of the opening show at Paper Crane Gallery.

I’m at a point where I feel like I can be “this is who I am,” not worrying so much about making others uncomfortable, or keeping things in my head. It is most probs because the people I share my heart with are all terrible, wonderful people who are in concert with me as to when a round of high-fives need to be served. And who totally approve of my leering about in padded bra and soft-packed pants in an attempt to present androgyny as a smorgasbord of choice.

Here’s something I did this week that made me proud:

I commute by bus and lightrail, about 1.5-2 hours, depending. As a small person I have to sometimes remain vigilant about my space. I don’t expect much, just, y’know, the space that I and my bag (slung in front so it doesn’t hit people unawares) take up. Some folks—let’s not call them yuppies, that would be mean—tend to exist only for themselves and will ooze into your standing or seated space with their elbows and bags and coats.

Due to some malfunction, my full train of commuters had to disembark and squeeze onto the next train behind. Which, sighs, but such is commuting life. So we all find space and stand and I luck out with a pole to hold onto instead of a strap, most of which are a little to high for me. Commuters continue to pack on at each stop.

I realise that the man next to me is taking up more space as time goes on, shifting about, resettling his bag so it swings into people, things that are hard to explain if you’ve never commuted on a full train. In short: being a dick. Resting my arm across the top of my bag, I go into my defensive commuting posture. I am not taking up more space, but attempts to take my space result in an elbow to the back. Which, totally happens. And the guy? Does not care. I was little more than a post to rest against. The drone of a bathroom remodel conversation continues.

Staring into space with loathing for my fellow man, I realise the jerk’s bag is open. And I did not spit in it, though I thought about it. Instead, tucking arms in and trying not to fall as the train hit curves, I pulled a pen and paper from my pockets and wrote a note—”Just because you’re white, male and middle class doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be aware of the space you take up on public transit.” I folded the note and slipped it into his bag, where it nestled next to the New York Times and Wall Street Journal.

So I’m learning to be comfortable in my happiness. But I will not be complacent.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

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Back in the game

Nails did 07/29/09

And.

However I feel about any sort of thing where one does something daily in a group goal, NaArMaMo is a good excuse to maybe focus on what I am doing and making a bit while working in all that various media I know, because I seriously stagnate (ew) if I focus too long in a single one.  I personally call bullshit on “NOT NECESSARILY VERY GOOD ART. But a finished achievement of artistic endeavour.”  Because why the shit would I bother if that is the case.

So, we’ll see if life gets in the way, but the plan is this:

Saturdays: Embroidery/Fiber
Sundays: Assemblage-2D (also known as: collage)
Mondays: Photography, moving or still
Tuesdays: Sculpture
Wednesdays: Wearable
Thursdays: Assemblage-3D
Fridays: Painting/drawing

My “weekend” is Tuesdays and Wednesdays, so you see I put the more time-consuming stuff there.  I’ll not be participating in the LJ community, but will be tagging things on Flickr with that horrible sounding “naanarmo“.

Also, dudes, I picked up the latest book of City of Roses and finished it before the train got me home—hoovering it up like a stockbroker in my birth year.  And damn do I love it.  I am tired of hearing that Nick and I are the only fans.  We are obvious because we are rabid. Let the man know you care.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

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posted by [personal profile] bzedan at 08:02pm on 21/05/2009 under , , ,

Colour Wheel WIP1

I think I’ve finally settled into the six main colours I want to use in stitching.  There are spaces for paint swatches, when I unpack the paints.  I used my basic lettering alphabet and my favourite dozen-plus stitches, which are mostly chain and buttonhole variants:

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.

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