GearJunkie Epic Award Trophies

Thanks to the GearJunkie for the shout out today!  The site commissioned me with an ice axe project, the end result to be trophies for winners of their Epic Award, an award honoring "adventurers, athletes, gear designers, and artists who affect notable change in the world outdoors." 

A fun project, totally different from my usual routine, for a super crew of outdoorsy freaks.  (Which I'm allowed to say since the Husb is one of them.)

The finished product!  http://gearjunkie.com/epic-award-axes

We Heart Andy Samberg + An Update!

Today we're going to talk about two things:  What Happened the Last Two Months and Andy Samberg.  In order of importance. 

1.  First, Andy.

There he is!

photo courtesy of blog.rhapsody.com

Awhile (much too long) ago I posted pics of a face cozy I'd made along with a call for new face ideas for the next project.  I got a lot of requests for presidents.  And really, I mean, presidents are great.  I love presidents.  And America!  But this guy right here, this is really what I was looking for. 

Once I started thinking about it,  I realized that a cozy was quite clearly too small a canvas for the magnitude of dorky genius begging to be captured.  So I reframed the project, going all the way back to the roots of my celebrity crush:  Rod Kimble, as portrayed in the national gem of a movie, Hot Rod.

And this is what I got:

A favorite scene from Hot Rod translated into stitching.

 

Lettering.

Stitch Andy Samberg as Rod Kimble.

My stitch signature.

2.  Second, Update.

Gah.  Winter is weird.  Even this one, where I could still see the grass in February.  I have a very fragile psyche anytime after November, apparently regardless of annual snowfall percentages.  I was pretty much holding it together until I got myself entangled in The Awful Project.  Which we will not speak of, except to say that it basically killed any shred of will I had left to accomplish anything even borderline creative.  So I had to change tack for a few weeks, spending my time with the family or burying myself in kitchen therapy. (Wherein I learned how to make cheese.  CHEESE, people!  And what I have long suspected is apparently true:  cheese heals all.)

But its March now, and the cheese-making has worked its magic. It's time to come back.