I love denim – its casual and cool attitude, texture and multiple shades of blue… I’ve always wanted to work with the material, but I dreaded even the thought of sewing. So invariably I asked my mom to create things like this beautiful pencil holder.
Last week, I teamed up with my mother-in-law to turn a pair of old jeans into a laptop sleeve.* This was the first time that I took up a stitching project and it was quite the ride. Denim isn’t the easiest material to work with, especially if one has never stitched before—first with cutting open the jeans, then running it through the machine, and the occasional need to reopen messed up stitches. To complicate things, we attached the zip after stitching all other sides—bad idea. It should have been the first thing to be done up.
After we stitched everything up, we realised that the zip would rub against the laptop constantly, and it would be necessary to add some piping inside. Again, a lack of planning. With the multiple stitches bunched up at the corners, we extended our simple project by adding a small patch that doubled up as a pen and zip holder. To finish things up, we tidied up by putting in a few stitches by hand, and then trimmed all the loose threads.
For two-and a half days, we stared at the fabric; measured the laptop and fabric multiple times and drew chalk lines; had mini debates and discussions (no, there were no arguments, thank you); threaded needles; pulled the sewing machine apart to remove knots; lost the thread and threaded the needles again; stitched, reopened the stitches and stitched again; turned the bag inside out and then right side back up; and finally packed the laptop in. Phew!
Today, I am proud to introduce you to our new laptop sleeve!
This one was made using one leg of the pair of jeans. One down, one more to go 😉
* My mom is super happy I decided to give sewing a try. And now I won’t be able to ask her to take up my sewing ideas. Bummer.
Images taken with Motorola Moto G3 and collage created with Befunky.
A few years ago, I asked a couple of my friends to give me their favourite quotes. I had planned to make something out of the quotes and gift them. I wasn’t very happy with the results and decided not to give them.
I eventually gave one to my friend after she saw the post I wrote about it way back in October 2012, shortly after I had created it.
I pulled out the other quote by Victoria Moran today and realised that my friend does not even know I made this for her.
At the time I made this, it took me a long time to comprehend its meaning. I wasn’t sure why she liked it either. Now I can understand it. Because it resonates with me today, as it probably did with her, at that time.
This is post #12 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
Tall, clean and sharp, they come in shiny boxes.
We draw them out and display their art.
We put them in denim pockets, in rusty boxes and in dusty pouches.
We wear them down and peel them out.
Misplaced, handed over, forgotten, replaced – it’s of no relevance.
They have ensured that they have made their mark.
These pencils have been my silent companions for several years now. A few weeks back, my mother stitched this pencil pouch for keeping them organised, using a few of my old clothes. My pencils have finally found a home – a wonderful one too! 🙂
The changes a pencil undergoes in its lifetime, as well as the transformation of my old clothes into this new pouch are my interpretations for this week’s challenge.
Winter was on its way out, and the old leaves were making way for new little ones to spring up and take their place. The minute I saw these large leathery beautiful leaves on the pavement, I knew I had to pick them up. I didn’t know what I would do with them. But I brought them home anyway.
A few days later, they had dried out completely and their leathery texture was gone. But I wanted to keep them with me. We had clear wood varnish leftover from an earlier project of mine. So on Holi, I painted these leaves. A few days back I assembled them and hung them near a window. Now I see them everyday, first thing in the morning, and just before I go to sleep.
If you’re in, or around Delhi, or are likely to be there any time soon, stop reading this post, and go see it for yourself! Dastkar, the nature bazaar, is on till the 9th of November 2012.
The colours, textures, sights, sounds, and smells… there is something for all the senses.
I visited the bazaar this past weekend, and it was an absolute delight. I saw first-hand, the art forms I had hitherto only read about, and learnt the existence of many more. This mammoth gallery, is only a small part of the whole experience.
Hope you enjoy!
DIY kits for almost every Indian art form – and more
Stalls in the Bazaar
Managing the stall
Hiding behind the decoration, to take photographs!
Purses and Wallets
Kerala Murals shrunk into pendants!
Camel rider statue – these were there everywhere!
Potter at work – A workshop in progress
Kurtas and Kurtis
Elephant Dung products – no kidding
Files, folders, notebooks
In tandem with the beats
Mizoram Bamboo Dance
Banboo Dance concluding
Even more hangings!
Textures and colours
Outside the food stall
Jugaad – the name says it all!
Baby Ganesha – they were really small, and really cute!
Weekly Writing Challenge – And Now For Something Completely Different. DIY gone wrong.
Step #1: Draw
The pencil drawing
Step #2: Colour
Started with water-colour pencils
Step #3: Brush
Brushed on a little water
Step #4: Repaint
Painted the areas with acrylic
Step #5: Complete the destruction
Tada! And the destruction is complete!
Congratulations! What next?
Claim to be an awesome artist and charge an extremely large amount of money for your work of art, enough for you to live the rest of life without having to work;
Frame it and gift it to a friend, as you had originally planned, and then pray you still have a friend
Note for existing readers (if you’re still reading): Taking inspiration from a fellow wordpress-er, I thought I would try my hand at creating a DIY post. I promise you won’t have to withstand this torture beyond one post.
Note for new readers (if any): This is not how things are on this blog! Wait! Please don’t run away!