SPUTNIKO! - MENSTRUATION MACHINE, TAKASHI'S TAKE.

NEW WORK BY FLEUR OAKES.

There's a very special gift for us all to see in our window...new work by Fleur Oakes.
Basically it is a corset, but as you can start to see from these pictures, it's a corset from a place beyond Narnia. This piece has taken months to make, and was inspired by the creaking frost that twinkled at Fleur last winter.


Each needle lace leaf took Fleur about 5 hours. The eyes are not apparent at first. Like with any green man / woman, we are beckoned in and only when we are looking closely to we see there is someone looking back at us.
There is a needle lace cat and a deer, dancing and racing through the greens and blues and whites,
of the shot taffita, which shimmers as our eyes travel around.

On the back of the piece, are layers of little organza snowflakes which have not beginning or end, but which hold a little message from Fleur which reads...
'For I have loved thee with an everlasting love, therefore with loving kindness have I drawn thee.'

Much of this great work was made through a giant magnifying glass, which I imagine is how Fleur must look at the whole world, in order to understand the enormity of what is around us and somehow express it with needle and thread. In the midst of energetic summer, I urge you to come look at patient sparkling winter which will be upon us before we can say Jack Frost.

THE DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE'S PARTY.

A date for your diary's folks.

The New Sheridan Club presents a fantastic talk on August 4th - some time during the evening which runs from 8-11pm.

Evadne Raccat will vent her obsession with “pretty ladies in pretty dresses” with an elaboration of The Duchess of Devonshire’s Ball. Held in 1897, this fancy-dress party, with royal guests of honour, was notable because Lafayette set up a photo booth and made records of many of the costumes, giving an insight into the telling ways that different guests interpreted the code of historical or exotic dress.

Upstairs, The Wheatsheaf, 25 Rathbone Place, London W1T 1JB

Members: Free

Non-Members: £2 (first visit free)

For more info go to http://www.newsheridanclub.co.uk

GLASS PINGLE PARTY.

Dear All,

You are invited to a private view of new works by Miss Fleur Oakes of Glass Pingle this Thursday from 6-9pm, here at PYF.
Her work is extra ordinarily fine, and it's rare to see anything made with this much love and attention in this high paced crazy world.
See you there,

DISHCLOTH ELEVATIONS.

I don't remember when this stinky dishcloth came into my life.
Through the heatwave, it's odor hit me in the face, and I noticed it for the first time.Why is it, that I dedicate my life to beautiful textiles, and let this foul creature, grow and rot in my sink? The guilt was mind blowing.
A friend said to me that cleaning things was the best place to start when the rest of the world seems over whelming. It seemed this monster of a dishcloth could be the savior of the day.
Gathering strength, I put it in the washing machine.
It came out it smelling feather soft, but still skew whiff, and in need of a make over. I chopped off it's wonky seams, and ironed it, then punched holes around the edges with a knitting needle to make a foundation for a Herdwick crochet border.
Herdwick is a tough, all weather wool, which is grey to start with, so there's no need to worry about it dying in dregs. Herdwick sheep live on the lake district fells, a much more punishing climate than my kitchen.
I've enjoyed being in the kitchen more since I bonded with the dishcloth. It has been promoted to wiping trays, and is hung out to dry in prime position. Dishcloth has arrived, and is most welcome. x

YOKO'S CROCHET ON INSTANT KARMA.

Remember Yoko's blindfold crochet!

COMING SOON! THE GLASS PINGLE..

While we've all been busy doing whatever we did over the last year, The Glass Pingle was quietly working away in her shack full of treasures at the end of her beautiful herbacious border.

She's coming out from the other side of her magnifying glass at some point next week, to put up a new show of work at Prick Your Finger.

Prepare to be blown away, like a little dandelion seed. We'll tell you when she arrives.