Have children in your life? Bring them with you!
With as little as $5, they can buy all sorts of supplies for making gifts for holiday giving.
Have children in your life? Bring them with you!
With as little as $5, they can buy all sorts of supplies for making gifts for holiday giving.
Do a search on Pinterest with the words pine cones DIY. Go ahead; I dare you. I got lost in there for a half an hour. Here are some of my favorites:
If you don’t have time to head to the woods and gather your own pine cones for holiday decorating fun, not to worry. We’ll have some on hand (for purchase, cheap) at the Creative Reuse Pop Up Shop.
Buzzed in to our storage area at CoWork 155 this morning to spend a few hours sorting and organizing all the goods that have been making their way in for our first Creative Reuse Center Pop Up Shop! Can’t believe it’s coming up one week from today!
The shelves and tables (and under the tables) are filling up with lots of crafting supplies and other items perfect for your DIY creative reuse projects.
We’ll be posting photos of some of the many items all this week, sharing ideas for ways to reuse them. Feel free to add YOUR comments and suggestions on our Facebook page, too.
Lately I’ve been waking about two hours earlier than I typically do. Willingly. On purpose.
Saying I’m working on meeting a deadline for a wholesale order betrays the joy I find in rising in the darkness, making my way quietly to the sewing room, turning on the lights in least-bright order until the room glows warmly, ready.
First (half) cup of coffee will come later. The radio station that accompanies me on weekend mornings (“the quiet sounds of Sleepy Hollow” with John Diliberto on WXPN) waits silently; I want only the musical whir from the trio of instruments I use in concert for the production at hand.
And as the break of day eases up from the city below, peeking over the edge of the hill to slowly cast light on the park across the street, I take a minute to appreciate it. To appreciate that this is my view as day begins:
Appreciate that my work is so enjoyable to me it feels like play (an objective I set for myself). Specifically, in this month of gratitude (although always, really), for this I am thankful.
Being thankful, aware of one’s blessings, is important, I think. But it’s also not enough.
I sit in my comfortable home, mindful of those – the women, men, and children – who awake in the darkness to work in less than desirable conditions. Those who do not have the benefit of a view that inspires them or the luxury of expecting playfulness in their work are the ones making so much of what we use.
Supporting fair trade enterprises, identifying and eschewing companies who exploit workers, encouraging others to recognize and appreciate the value of practical and creative reuse is, admittedly, a minor effort but perhaps it’s a start.
Hooray! Our vision of opening a creative reuse center is materializing (no pun intended).
While it’s not a permanent space (yet), we’re excited to announce The Bee will be popping up at CoWork 155 - 155 W. Market Street, York – for First Friday on December 6.
Adding to our own stash of miscellaneous widgets and whatzits, fabric, doodads, and more, will be the donated goods of others in our community who are excited to clear out their storage bins and offer the goodies for us to sell to YOU!
There’s already a buzz about town as you all are getting excited for an enterprise like this to be coming into existence in York. We couldn’t be happier to be bringing it to you and look forward to seeing everyone on Friday, December 6.
We’ll have examples of creatively repurposed goods as well as a boutique of Bee-made items for sale, and a make-and-take table for trying your hand at a little creative reuse.
The shop will be open from 5 to 8PM.
——- If you have goods you’d like to keep cycling through the realm of usefulness, please email us at firstname.lastname@example.org to make arrangements. Do recognize that for now our space is limited and while we enjoy collecting odd things and want to do our part, we can’t accept everything. ——-
Case in point: the man in my home is a brewer. Using the full-grain method, and being in major production mode earlier this year to brew for two big events, he started getting grain in 50# bags. Once the grain was emptied, he tossed the bag outside, where it caught my attention.
Sidebar – Now, the man has come to learn it doesn’t take much to spark the spontaneous wait-I-think-I-could-make-something-out-of-that reaction in me. He has the best interest of our shared abode at heart, to be sure; too many “rescued” items can make for a noticeable decrease in space, so he’s become pretty clever about getting things into the trash or recycling container when I’m not looking. For my part, my goal is not to hang on to too much random stuff unless I know it’s going to be used sooner rather than later.
Which brings us to Repurposing Grain Bags.
That first emptied sack was quickly transformed into a handy tote bag that I’ve lugged around all over the place this summer. And it became the seed to inspire a more comprehensive, community partnering opportunity.
I reached out to our pals at our favorite local brewery, Liquid Hero Brewery, to see if I could tap into the empty grain bags that would surely result from their professional-scale production. They were more than happy to have me take some off their hands and I was excited by the challenge to come up with different ways to use the raw materials.
Smaller totes in various sizes and cool messenger bags were added to “the line” and when the brewery announced they were hosting a home brew festival in their parking lot, I asked to set up a table to shine a spotlight on creative repurpose.
The event was yesterday and it was a blast. Producer, Chrissy, of The Bee, helped round out our offerings by crocheting some colourful growler covers, and I gave away free growler tags with every purchase.
Plans are underway to create totes to sell at the brewery that will boast the Liquid Hero logo. Additional sewists will be engaged in this endeavor, providing economic empowerment to women in our community.
Drink local. Buy local.
Frustrated; wanting to scream but crying instead. That was me when I was learning to sew and my mother would say those horrid words, “It’s not right. You’re going to have to rip it out and do it again.” Aaack!
Throwing a tantrum wasn’t an option. Offering a smart-mouth comeback was certainly out of the question. Spitefully tossing the offending article of my exasperation onto the floor and quitting? Yeah, no.
Is it clear? I HATED ripping.
What my mother knew was that if one seam wasn’t stitched properly, the next component wasn’t going to line up either. She knew it would be hard for a pocket to hold anything if I just sewed it on upside down. Maybe what I hated was knowing she was right. Maybe the feeling that I’d disappointed her with my inability to do it correctly the first time was the source of my hot, angry tears. Man, I’m telling you, I hated ripping.
For the record, Mom by no means made any indication that she was, in fact, disappointed. She didn’t yell at me. She didn’t so much as roll her eyes. She was guiding, teaching. She sometimes had to rip things out herself and I certainly never heard her curse about it. But for years I added those scenes – which in hindsight occurred less frequently than I made them out to be – to the bank of mother/daughter squabbles that painted her as a big meanie and me the poor misunderstood kid.
Had it been in my vocabulary at the time I may’ve had to admit I was recalcitrant. Sorry, Mum.
All of this leads me to (finally) get to the point: I no longer hate ripping. Mild expletives may escape my lips when I realize something’s gone astray but reaching for the seam ripper is the first step toward calming myself right down. No longer my nemesis, I hold the tool in my hand without spite, without judgment. Cutting through the misled stitches is less of an attack and more of a tender study in release.
It is now another thing I do mindfully. (Also add to that list unloading the dishwasher and ironing.)
It’s a reminder to embrace the process of learning, to welcome a few moments to refresh my mind and reconnect to my breath, to recognize the extra time it’s going to take as an opportunity to put more love into the project. (It’s like not cooking when you’re upset; who wants mad mojo in the soup?) And it’s a chance to let go of ill-begotten immature notions and false memories that have no place in my life. And, with each rip, to lovingly thank my mom.
These delicate wonders – from gorgeous white necklaces and chokers to colourful bracelets and earrings – are perfect for accessorizing soft summer ensembles, adding interest without weight.
Chrissy took up tatting more than 12 years ago, she told me, when she was starting to get a little bored with crochet. Knowing Chrissy, there probably just weren’t enough challenges. She relishes learning new stitches and enjoys converting patterns from the 1800′s into something workable for modern-day techniques.
She also needed a craft that was portable, allowing her time to care for her oldest daughter who was born with a defective heart valve. Undetected until its adverse affects were detected months later, the lack of blood reaching her brain during this crucial stage of development left Melissa Sue, “Missy,” with severe profound intellectual disability.
With the ever present support of her husband and connections through the county’s mental health/mental retardation office, Chrissy found programs and schools to provide services for Missy, helping her live the best possible life in a loving and caring environment with her younger brother and sister.
Paying attention to details is an important part of managing any family, even more so one with a disabled child. Chrissy adapted well and found her skills translated nicely to the craft of tatting as well as for bobbin lace making, which she also started to do. And, hard to imagine for some of us, she said she finds the concentrated focus to be relaxing.
Over the years Missy was ever only able to learn to count to two, but it was a skill she used to help her mom as they counted stitches: in tatting “one” for a stitch up one side and “two” for the stitch down the other. The four-count required for bobbin lace simply meant two sets of two.
Chrissy smiles broadly as she talks about the bond mother and daughter shared over the crafts. Those memories mean even more since June 26, 2011, when Missy died at the age of 32; a loss to her family and all who knew her.
Expenses for the funeral and burial marker loaded a sizeable burden on the household but Chrissy, drawing on her capacity for resourcefulness, again focused on tatting and sought ways to sell her work to help defray costs. The Bee is honored to help promote the beautiful results of Chrissy’s process. We also thank our vendor partner Melissa Grove of Sweet Melissa’s (a coincidence not lost on us) for agreeing to sell Chrissy’s jewelry at her boutique at 51 N. Beaver Street in downtown York.
I hope you’ll stop in and take a look at these lovely pieces. Gift them to special friends or family members or buy one for yourself, knowing your purchase is locally made and making a difference.
PS: Chrissy is a member of the Keystone Lace Guild, the Carlisle Tatters, and the Gettysburg Tatters. Many of her pieces are crafted from patterns she finds on Tatting Patterns Central.
You know it. I know it. We all, by this point in our lives, pretty much know it. Learning often happens as a result of something NOT going according to plan. A problem exists, a solution follows. Necessity really is the mother of invention. Survival depends on ones ability to adapt.
In April, as our goods were being lifted off the table and blown across the street by sporadic gusts of wind during the Go Green in the City event in downtown York, I realized we weren’t as prepared as we could’ve been.
We borrowed and erected a tent which was dismantled an hour into the show to avoid the twisted, broken fate our neighboring vendor encountered. We shifted the tables, rearranged the display, and stood at the ready to retrieve our light-weight products as they took flight.
So much for all the pretty, colourful banners we were going to string invitingly on the underside of our canopy. Never mind the shirts refashioned into dresses that were supposed to float from clothespins on a line to showcase their crisp, sunny dispositions. Note cards and business card holders and white rose brooches poised to make their debut were no match for strong spring breezes.
The experience will allow us to be better prepared for future outdoor events. While it’s fresh in our minds, we’re thinking now about display options for next year.
Weather won’t always be on your side. Life happens, right? Take a minute to step back and look at the current challenges in your life. Are you being presented with opportunities to grow? to be resourceful? to show your strength? your flexibility?
The winds will die down. And the sense of gratitude you’ll feel will be not only for the calm, but that you discovered your ability to shine no matter what.
A timely post script: Peter Yarron and Noel Paul Stookey (of Peter, Paul and Mary – and “Blowin’ in the Wind” fame), were supposed to perform at Longwood Gardens last night as part of a 50th anniversary tour but the concert was postponed due to the rainy weather. They have been rescheduled for August 30 . . . so you still have time to make the show. Here’s a link for more info.
I have a like/dislike relationship with designer labels - more about that it in another post – yet still there’s something exhilarating about knowing our Sunny Day collection of little girls’ dresses are sharing rack space in a boutique with some of the top names in the fashion world.
This is a testament to shop owner, Hilary Arthur, founder of Arthur & Daughters. Born and raised in York, Hilary loved clothes and fashion at a young age. Following her passion to NYC, she worked in the industry for more than a decade before returning to her hometown with her husband, where they now raise their two daughters.
Hilary’s sense of style is unarguable; her knowledge sought after for special projects and individual consultations. Customer service befitting a place among the ranks of existing stores on North Beaver Street in our little city, she pays attention to details and welcomes everyone who enters her shop as a friend.
How dresses for girls refashioned from men’s shirts end up in a store run by a fashionista is not such a big stretch, really: Mrs. Arthur cares.
Next to the new and new-to-you leather, lace, linen, and lame’ (sorry, I love alliteration) of high-end names some gals crave, are select pieces by up and coming designers in Philadelphia, organic cotton and fair-trade items crafted in the U.S., and a limited quantity of York Water Company sweatshirts.
I’m honored to partner with a business person of integrity. A woman following her dreams and leading with graciousness. If you’re looking for additions to your wardrobe for a special event or the occasion of living your spectacular life, enjoy a visit to A&D. And don’t forget to check out those adorable dresses.