I'm About to Lose Control and I Think I Like It

I'm. So. Excited!

After years of idle daydreams along the lines of "wow, it would be so cool to be a textile designer," the time has arrived! Yes, you, too can become a Loni Rossi, Amy Butler, or Kaffe Fasset. How, you might ask? Well, check this website out: http://www.spoonflower.com. 

One can create a design and upload it to spoonflower, who will then print it on Moda quilting-weight fabric. Gentlewomen, start your desktops!

I'm really quite a-twitter about this. Seeing as how the last creative outlet was finishing a large bulletin board to promote our school auction in April [actually kinda cute: the auction theme is "Hollywood Glamour," so I painted the wooden frame black, upholstered the entire cork area in red velveteen, and added gold cord trim all around the perimeter, then pinned up a variety of black & white photos of stars of yesteryear--Louise Brooks, Gary Cooper, Jimmy Stewart, Lena Horne, etc.], and the project before that was my fancy-pants bamboo patterned socks on which I had to go and drop one infernal stitch and can't quite figure out how to fix it, yes, other than these two enterprises [well, three if you include crafting run-on sentences], I'm overdue for some creative juice-spewing. 

Not to mention the fact that I can actually see a distant glimmer of light at the end of the pulmonary tunnel for the first time in about two weeks...viva amoxycillin and cheratussin with codeine!

I am really loving the egalitarian opportunities that exist now that didn't exist even 5 - 10 years ago. I mean, would we have thought ten years ago it would be possible to create one's own fabric or create a beautiful, hardcover book unless independently wealthy? [Another plug: http://www.blurb.com/]

And on a completely unrelated note, we--the Seamsters, that is--now own a practically new, never-been-used overhead projector. Huzzah! Odds bodkins! Heavens to Murgatroyd! So now we can tackle the super-double-secret eyes-only project which shall be revealed later. Suffice it to say, we need an overhead projector and mylar. Say no more.