CRAFTING IDOL: EPISODE 1

Many thanks to our very first contestants — Pam Carriker and Julie Bergmann — for helping us film this premier episode of Crafting Idol (working title). ;)

SOMETHING FROM NOTHING

LAST NIGHT

Last night, as I was boarding the plane that would take me from California all the way to New Hampshire to join all of you for this terrific event, I faced what many would view as drudgery ... which is, plain and simple, many long hours on a coast-to-coast flight. But I made it, and I'm thrilled to be here with you. And I'd like to thank Elizabeth MacCrellish and her entire team for so generously and warmly inviting me to join you for this special experience, and to share with you my story.

For me, long flights like the one I was just on have never been something to dread. That's because long flights and long car rides offer knitters and crocheters like myself uninterrupted time to make progress on our latest projects at hand ... like this shrug that I am almost finished with, and this crocheted necklace that I am so happy to have completed ... to give to Elizabeth as a token of gratitude.

To me, the things we learn to do with our hands, our voices, our souls, our bodies, and our imaginations ... THE ARTS if you will, is what gets us through life. It's what gets us through flights, through motherhood, through sisterhood, through parenthood, through friendships, through marriages, through divorces, through sicknesses. THE ARTS gets us through it all, doesn't it?

1974 & THE 747

Let's travel back to 1974. I was 7 years old then. And that's when I boarded the biggest plane of all: a large 747 that would take me from my homeland of Seoul, Korea, all the way to California.

    It was a long flight. I boarded that plane with my two brothers and my parents because it had been explained to me that we would be leaving all that we knew ... our friends, our extended family members, our school, our neighborhood ... so that we could go to America ... the land of opportunity, where if you work hard, opportunities for success abound.

    I remember looking out the window during the flight, trying to see if I could catch a glimpse of this thing called "opportunity." But the only thing I could see were long stretches of puffy white clouds, as I periodically wiped tears that rolled down my face as I felt the sadness of having to say good-bye to all that I had known and loved back in Korea.

 

    I didn't know how to speak English. In fact, the only words I knew in English were "yes," "no," "orange juice," and "banana." During the flight, I remember coming up with a strategy for survival ... I told myself that even though I might not ever be able to talk to a person since I couldn't speak the language, I would at least be able to read books. And then of course panic hit during the flight when I realized that the books would also be in English.

    On that flight, though I had my family, there was something else with me that helped me cope. It was yarn and knitting needles. I don't remember exactly what I ended up knitting, but I remember that with each stitch, I felt a calm, and I knew that everything would be OK.

MUSICIANS & MAGICIANS

My way with yarn was something I learned form a very early age from my late grandmother back in Seoul, Korea. But there was more than yarn that made my family special.

    I was born in 1967 into a family of musicians. My father was a conductor. My mother was a vocalist. And whenever extended family members would get together, we could enjoy a good meal and afterwards, we would all start singing. Not just any old singing. But really good singing. People who knew how to harmonize, people who knew how to play assorted instruments including the piano, the violin, the cello, the viola, the harmonica, the trombone ... and people who sang hymns. We sang lots of hymns. In fact, this is my childhood hymnal that was also with me on that plane.

    We weren't rich. In fact, we were very poor. We didn't have much. And if there's anything I learned during my first seven years of life growing up in Korea is that you don't really need much in terms of material goods to live a good life. A life filled with beauty, meaning, yarn, music, and happiness.

    Not only were my family members musicians, I would argue that they were magicians — especially the women. Every day, I remember observing the women of my family. My mother, my grandmother, my aunts ... women who all lived crammed in our tiny little home. Women who had very little. They started the day with almost nothing. No filet of beef. No fat hen. Just a few humble vegetables and the good will of a local fish vendor to give us — frequently in good faith — a fish or two ... but in my neighborhood, good faith went a long way. The fish would go a long way. Many nights as the entire family gathered at the dinner table — my father, brothers, uncles and all the women ... we would feast on the most amazing and plentiful pot of soup that would emerge with that humble fish within an incredible broth that would feed and satisfy us all. From very young, I learned that with practically nothing, you can make almost anything.

 When winters came and we could feel the draft of the cold enter the home, I remember seeing my grandmother unraveling old woolen sweaters that had been ravaged by moths. They were discards to some but not to us. She would unravel them and knit them up again to clothe the littlest members of the family including myself as we would proudly walk the neighborhood with our chests held high, showing off our brand new garments. With practically nothing, my grandmother could make almost anything.

KOREAN FAMILY ARRIVES

So in August of 1974, my family and I landed on American soil. It was tough. I knew no one. I looked different ... especially because of all places, we settled in Bakersfield, California. In fact, a photo of our family was published in the Bakersfield Californian newspaper with a headline that read, "Korean Family Arrives."

    And from the day we landed, we hustled. We had no Fisher Price, no Hooked on Phonics. My brothers and I had one another, and we each had a key on our necks, and parents who worked nonsensical hours in the fast food industry to make it happen. The key on my neck is what I used to let myself in after school to fix myself top ramen, to do homework, and after homework, to knit, crochet, play the cello, and make clothes for my dolls.

    Before you knew it, we were bringing home straight As, making friends, performing in honor orchestras, and eventually getting accepted to college ... with nothing we made something. And along the way, as we experienced success, we did lots of happy dances. 

 

"I DO"

So of course as I grew up over the years, yarn and music remained a large part of my life. But it's important to mention that along the way of growing up, many more tools and materials and substrates became part of my life. Like rubber stamps, paper, calligraphy pens, stretched canvas, beads, wire, and paint. And when I eventually met my beloved Gerardo and he said "I do," he knew he was saying "I do" not just ot me, but to all the tools and materials associated with my various creative outlets.

MOTHERHOOD

Let's fast forward to 1995 when I became a mother for the first time to little Monica. And then to 1998 when I had my second child, Andrew. The scenes of my life at that time were bleak. I had to potty train a toddler while nursing an infant. It was the hardest thing I have ever done.

    Don't get me wrong ... it was also the most joyous of times. But truthfully and honestly, being a mom of two little ones is when I experienced the greatest joys but also my darkest hours and felt the most profound depths of despair. And many days, I wallowed in sadness and doubt, wondering if I would ever be able to rediscover my identity, let alone survive the day or the hour at hand.

    But you know, when I look back on those days, I know what got me through. It was my ability to psych myself out hour-to-hour, day-to-day, as I said to myself, "OK, if you can take the kids to the park and then bring them back and put them down for a nap, you can reward yourself with a few more rows of knitting, or with a few more cards with the new rubber stamp you just got." Creativity is how I coped and survived and still survive motherhood.

 

MAKING ROOM FOR QUILTING

I mentioned to you that when Gerardo said "I do," he was saying "I do" to all the yarn and the beads and the paints and the inks. But with the birth of our kids, as if life weren't hard enough, I found an insatiable desire to learn how to quilt and sew. And even though I didn't yet own a sewing machine, I didn't let that stop me because I knew from all that I had read that quilts were made with arguably greater precision and care, long before machines were ever invented. And it's important to note that Gerardo didn't stop me from entering the quilting journey. Because he knew better.

    So with Gerardo's help in juggling all the family stuff, I made my very first quilt that measures 52"x52". Every single thing about that quilt — from the cutting, to the piecing, to the quilting, to the binding — every single thing was done all by hand. And then after that quilt was done, of course Gerardo got smart and helped eek out enough money from our family budget to get me my very first sewing machine — a Bernina — which I love and still use today.

    Given that our life was already bubbling over with lots of art and crafting supplies, I know it was a lot to ask my family to make room for quilting. But I think Gerardo knew that it was all related ... the yarn, the paper, the cello, the fabric, the thread ... and that if we were going to stay together and master the challenges of life, and if I in particular was to find a way to survive the difficulties of motherhood and womanhood, we would need to make room for whatever medium that I identified as aiding me through that process.

YESTERDAY & TODAY

So here we are today. Most of you know me because of my role as editor for Somerset Studio. But publishing was not originally my intended field. After graduating from UC Irvine with a degree in political science, I felt a genuine calling to enter the "helping profession" because I wanted to make a positive impact on this world. So I went on to earn my masters in social work from UCLA. And for seven years, I worked as a social worker within the field of child protective services.

    And I have to tell you that when I observed families that were torn apart, in many ways it's because these family members never found THE ARTS. They never found the yarn or the paint or the pen or the bead or the cello or the dance group where they could feel the thrill of knitting a sweater, or piecing that quilt top, or writing a poem, or performing in a concert ... rather, they found things like heroine or meth to help them cope with life. And sadly, most found out too late how short-lived and destructive such methods are.

    During those seven years, there were many times when I tried to equip young people with yarn and knitting needles, in hopes that they would find the true path for success ... a path where creativity can combat our darkest hours, where THE ARTS can save us from the depths of despair.

    In 2004 when I grabbed the opportunity to change careers from social work to publishing, there was part of me that felt guilt for leaving behind all the training and experience I had received to be part of the "helping profession."

SOMERSET STUDIO & THE HAPPY DANCE

For almost six years, I've had the amazing opportunity to lead Somerset Studio and its many sister publications. Shepherding the art, the words, and the visuals have in and of itself become a new art form for me ... a coping mechanism, really, as I say to myself on any given day as I maneuver through the pressures of the publishing industry ... "If you can get through this challenge or that meeting, then you can reward yourself with just one more article, just one more photo, just one more layout to work on."

    And the best part of my job is when I receive letters from people from around the globe who testify to the transformative nature of THE ARTS, as evidenced by the impact that Somerset Studio has had on their lives ... like this letter:

Dear Jenny
My name is Michael Baker and I wanted to say thank you for having shown my later wife's work in Somerset Studio ... Mary Lynne was a passionate crafter and the consummate teacher. She spent her life as an educator constantly doing art and crafting as a hobby. She was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2004 and retired a year later, working on expanding her horizons. She helped a lot of people into the craft and had several local sales that helped encourage her to do more. This past spring after having several works to you, she suffered a major relapse and passed away on June 5th — prior to having the article appear. She has however seen it (I am certain) and is doing the "Happy Dance" and celebrating with all her friends up there! Thank you very much from the husband of a very special lady.
Sincerely,
Michael Baker

 

THE NEW HELPING PROFESSION

These sorts of letters make me imagine the happy dances that people throughout the generations have been able to do when we are able to express ourselves creatively. And I realize more and more that in many ways, this community, this mixed-media art community is also part of the helping profession.

    It's a community that isn't perfect. It's a community like all communities that goes through joys, sorrows, triumphs, and challenges. (Sometimes heatedly so.) But it's a community unlike any other because it can comfort us, it can help us cope, it can save us ... it can help us create something from nothing.

    From the bottom of my heart I want to express my sincere gratitude to each person in this room for allowing me to be part of this community. As Confucius once wrote many years ago:

As the sun makes it new

Day by day make it new

Yet again make it new

It is with joy and humility that I embrace the opportunities that are afforded in each new day as we inspire through our collective efforts — many happy dances for people around the world.

Thank you very much.

[Per the invitation of Elizabeth MacCrellish, it was my honor to deliver these Opening Remarks on September, 16, 2009, at the Squam Art Workshops in Squam Lake, New Hampshire.]

MEMORIAL SERVICE FOR JANICE

If you are able, I hope you'll consider attending:

Memorial Service to Celebrate Janice Lowry

The Episcopal Church of the Messiah

614 N. Bush Street

Santa Ana, Ca 92701

Saturday, October 10, 2009 at 2:00 p.m.

Reception following the service at the home of Janice & Jon

I can't quite believe she's gone. 

More info about the service found here.

MARYJANE LOVES SOMERSET LIFE LOVES MARYJANE

One of the most intriguing people to have entered my life within recent years is MaryJane Butters. I met her last year in Houston, when I attended the International Quilt Festival. And those who have met her know what I know, which is that she's the real McCoy. She embraces a life that honors nature ... celebrates the smallest of details in the everyday ... like baking bread, playing with her grandkids, and listening actively to those around her.

I'm thrilled to share with you that in the most recent issue of Somerset Life (which will actually hit newsstands October 1, 2009), there is an article that captures the essence of MaryJane and her perspectives about the perfect picnic. It was a pleasure for me to interview MaryJane for this story. You won't want to miss it.

And I'm also thrilled to share that in her most current issue of MaryJanesFarm, I make my debut as her Guest Writer. I hope you'll check it out. It's on newsstands right now.

CRESCENDOh DOOhDLES

I'm so proud and humbled to introduce to you my very first line of rubber stamps titled Crescendoh Doohdles, by Jenny Doh designed exclusively for Stampington & Company. They are simple designs that I've created by putting pen to paper and it is with these new rubber stamps that I have created these fun embellished tags:

There are actually four different packets of Crescendoh Doohdles, which I had great fun in naming: authentic party, smitten for hope, hidden tweets, and cheers for love all found here.

For this project, I simply gathered some of the designs and used black ink to stamp onto white tags. Then I embellished with strips of sheet music and buttons.

Here's a closer look at the particular Crescendoh Doohdles that I used for the tags. All of the Crescendoh Doohdles are clear stamps, which means that you need to use acrylic mounts onto which you place the slightly tacky clear stamp before inking and stamping.

One of my FAVORITE images is the large scallop trim, which I used to stamp and then cut out to create a nice edge.

A note about attaching buttons on tags ... after stringing a length of hemp through the button and tag ...

You'll need to add a bead or sequin or something to anchor the hemp. In this case, I used a tiny coffee-dyed tag so that I could have a little place on the back to add a personal touch.

Next, I used my fabulous Copic Markers to color in the tags. The great thing about Copic markers is that they all coordinate so nicely. On this dress, I colored in the skirt with a pale green then added lavender accents.

And then for the bodice, after coloring it with a light blue, I added dots with a darker blue.

Here they all are together. 

Stay tuned as I'll be showing you more projects with the Crescendoh Doohdles in future posts.

Happy crafting. :)

KINDNESS OF VOLUNTEERS

Back in my social worker days, there was a time when I volunteered for a battered women's shelter, Human Options, in southern California. Like all such shelters, it offered women and children fleeing from domestically volatile situations a safe haven to stay while they found ways to get back on their feet. One of the greatest lessons I learned about all such shelters is that it is through the generosity and kindness of volunteers that a crisis can change to calm, and abuse can transform to survival.

I was happy to learn recently about Enchanged Makeovers — a non-profit organization that mobilizes volunteers to help beautify and support battered women's shelters. And if you are so inspired, there is an opportunity to help this organization led by Terry Grahl to receive a grant from Martha Stewart. I hope you'll consider joining me in casting your vote for Terry and her team at Enchanted Makeovers as we exert the power of art for good.

PS: Votes must be cast by October 2nd at 5:00 pm EST. To vote, click here.

TEAM GreenCraft

Today was the day that the Stampington crew and artist Lisa Guerin were welcomed into Barnes & Noble for a special event to celebrate one of our newest magazines: GreenCraft.

New friends, young and old, were intrigued to learn about the concept behind this magazine, which is Green & Chic.

Here's my Monica who also joined in on the fun by learning how to make a wrist cuff from a onesie that Johanna's son had outgrown.

And here's Johanna with Amanda Crabtree modeling some way-cool upcycled hand warmers.

There is no team stronger, more dedicated, and more talented than the Stampington team. So proud.

If you have questions on how to participate in future issues of GreenCraft magazine, Managing Editor Amanda Crabtree welcomes your e-mails at acrabtree@stampington.com.

Happy GreenCrafting. :)

ANNOUNCING A BRAND NEW PILOT TV EPISODE: FIX THAT COPY!

I'm SO excited to share with you the pilot episode of a brand new reality TV show titled: Fix That Copy!  With tongue in cheek, I wish everyone a Happy Friday. ;)

GPS LOVE

Now that I have one, I wonder how in the world I ever survived without a GPS. 

It has become my new BFF as I fearlessly get into my car without printing any directions out, knowing my GPS will take me there. I love that every time I turn it on, it asks me a simple "Where to?" And when I make a wrong turn I love how it says "recalculating, recalculating" and starts directing me agin without rolling its eyes or raising its voice.

Speaking of its voice, my GPS comes with a very soothing and mature-sounding female. If she had a name I think it would be Anne. Very easy. Very proper. Very unflappable.

As much as I love Anne, I have to admit that sometimes I dream about having different voices enter my GPS to guide me. Top on my list are:

1 Matt Damon (as Jason Bourne) ... who would be very intense and make me be hyper aware of the license plate numbers of the cars around me, and warn me of potential dangers.

2 Cesar Milan ... who would probably say "chhhhht" every time I made a wrong turn. 

3 Bono who would serenade me with his directions and never (RED)use me to tears. 

4 Bobby Flay ... who would use restaurants as points of reference to direct me like ... "OK, when you see that steak house, turn left. And when you see the coffee house, make a U-turn." And if I were to make a wrong turn, perhaps he would THROW ME DOWN. ;) 

(No worries. Gerardo knows about my famous people crushes.)

TRAGEDIES & TRIUMPHS

So I guess the thing about knitting is that there are always tragedies. And the thing about knitting tragedies is that they are hilarious when they happen to someone else and oh-so-painful when they happen to you. I actually lived through one recently when I started knitting a shrug with this kidsilk haze by Rowan.

Hello kidsilk.

With it, I began knitting a very beautiful shrug from a pattern found in French Girl Knits — a really great book by Kristeen Griffin-Grimes as I talked about here.

So for the shrug, you start the bottom portion with 111 stitches. And then you do a bunch of decreases and then some major increases on both sides. Right as I was getting to the decreases (about 10 and a half inches from the start) I discovered that my 111 stitches had become 109. Somewhere along the way, I had lost 2 stitches. And the thing is that throughout the process, there was a small voice inside of me saying "you should really count along the way to make sure you are retaining the 111 stitches. But the thing about we knitters is that we at some point get a bit cocky and think to ourselves: "I don't need to count. I am knitter. Hear me roar." Until it's too late. And so I pulled. I pulled and pulled and pulled and knit again ... humbly and with my tail between my legs as I counted my stitches practically every row as I made it back up the second time around. Enough about tragedies. Let's talk about triumphs.

One of my most triumphant knitting projects of late has been this tunic that I knit with a pattern from the same book by Kristeen. It was like smooth sailing all the way, baby.

I wear it all the time and totally love it. It looks great over a tank and jeans or over a pretty slip or a really great sleeveless tube-top dress that I have. One modification I made to the pattern was to switch yarn colors at the very top. I think it adds more interest. 

The yarn and pattern were so good to me that I have purchased additional yarn in a different color palette (red and pink) to create a second tunic in like fashion.

Let's hope that I don't get too cocky on this second tunic in a round so that I avoid incorrectly joining the yarn "on the row that matters."