I can spend days designing online campaigns, blogging, tweeting, commenting, even taking pictures but the thing that grounds me is crafting. Yesterday evening, I decided to fix my bike seat. The foam was slowly revealing itself until the nylon cover looked more like a thong than a proper covering.
I considered cannibalizing some cloth scraps from the communal closet, but decided to try darning first. Like Terry Pratchett’s Igorinas, I wanted my seat’s scars to show–so I used dark blue and mud brown threads and sweeping loop-stitches to close all of the unsightly and widening gaps.
My bike-seat won’t win pass for a Modone’s, and probably looks homely next to the liposuctioned road-bikes on the Metro commuter rack. But she’ll look like the most loved.
PS: yes, that is one of my many Open Solaris t-shirts. On any given weekend in DC, you can find me in 1) an Open Solaris babydoll ts, or 2) a black tanktop. Really. Those are the only informal shirts I brought. Really.
Inspirational Quote:
“Igor had to admit it. When it came to getting weird things done, sane beat mad hands down.”–Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time
I like your style. Such an esoteric mix of quotes and subjects. And, yes, the mad might have brilliant ideas, but they stink at follow-through.