tactile form through fiber.
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coffee cup – cross stitch log 2: stars hollow, late nights, and the lives we build
Read more: coffee cup – cross stitch log 2: stars hollow, late nights, and the lives we buildThere’s something strangely comforting about doing repetitive handwork while watching a long-running series. Maybe it’s because both require patience. Cross-stitching, especially, has become that for me lately: tiny X’s slowly forming into something recognizable while dialogue fills the background.Sometimes I don’t notice that I’ve stopped stitching because of an emotional or funny scene. This time, the backdrop was Gilmore Girls. It was my second…
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coffee Cup – cross stitch log 1: the first entry in an ongoing archive
Read more: coffee Cup – cross stitch log 1: the first entry in an ongoing archiveIt started as simply as being fascinated by a finished piece I saw while scrolling — on Instagram, or maybe Threads. I don’t quite remember which. But I do remember pausing. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’ve always thought I wanted to try cross-stitching. It’s one of those hobbies that feels oddly familiar to me. It was pretty big in the 90s,…
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derieza
Read more: deriezaDerieza – the comfort of repetition I used to loathe this design. I never quite understood why it was so popular. But it was easy to make—much less complicated than Laloce, though it carried almost the same silhouette. I remember people especially liking the midrib design. I liked that part too, I feel like there’s nothing particularly special about it, but I think what…
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laloce
Read more: laloceLaloce – where it began This was the top I brought to my Larab booth event almost ten years ago. It didn’t sell that night. But one of the organizers—who happens to be my—friend called dibs. And somehow that felt louder than a sale. It was the piece that made girls in Northern Samar stop and look (or I like to think so). It…