Truly, was the cat ever in the bag? In March after the Country Living Women Entrepreneurs event, I told you that I was interested in designing a fabric line. I even asked you to hold me to it. I'd been thinking about it for a while, but until then I was too scared to say it out loud.
Be sure to catch Patti Young's debut line for Michael Miller too! I'm sorry, now pictures of that either.
Tum dum... tee dee... What in the world do you wear with this in the Fall? I'm making new rules... are there rules anymore? No. no. no. no. There are no rules. If you are not in a completely cold climate where it's snowing and sleeting and something like this might get ruined, then I think it's perfectly acceptable to wear bright yellow, pink, green, blue and red all year.
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Between Etsy & Flickr I'm going to go broke.
Julie Found me on Flickr today and added me as a contact. I took a peeky at her pics and went gaga crazy!
This is why...
I immediately went to her Etsy Shop & click, in the cart it went. I Can Not Wait to get it!
The same thing happened the other day when I got a message from Teresa of French Poppy. I popped over there to her Etsy shop and clickidy-click, click, click. Got some gorgeous tea towels. I have ZERO impulse control.
But admit it, you're drooling.
Daphne's Cottage Update and Sale:
Just wanted to let you all know the status of Daphne's Cottage. I know some of you have asked what's going on with Elizabeth and her Mom.
Unfortunately, Elizabeth's Mom, Jane, has been diagnosed with cancer.
Daphne's cottage will be put on hold for the meantime.
Elizabeth is therefore liquidating a lot of the merchandise that is on her site including paintings, art and jewelry. There is no shopping cart on the site, but you can call or email to order anything on there excluding Bari J. bags which are apparently sold. And Elizabeth says to ignore the pricing. She'll be selling most of it at or near wholesale cost.
She can be reached at elizabeth@daphnescottage.com or either of these numbers:
352-622-8449
352-361-7269
Please say a prayer for Jane and for Elizabeth and her family.
Here's a little of what's on the Daphne's Cottage site:
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When we woke up this morning it was beautifully foggy, and I took my regular walk with Isabelle, our yellow Lab. It does this in the fall, thick gorgeous fog turns to bright sunshine by midmorning.
I started the walk wishing the time away because I had a million things to get to back here, but as we reached the top of a hill and I looked down into the valley, all I could see was mist. And I remembered why I love Fall in Northern California so much.
For months after we moved here from Chicago (an unbelievable 11 years ago now), all I wanted to do was go home. But it was Fall weather, hiking and that incredible sense of renewal it all gives me that made me want to stay.
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I'll try not to go into the gory details... As you all with kids know, as soon as they go back to school they come home with all sorts of disgusting boogers. Literally. I don't know about you, but I think my immune system must be compromised because while they are just out for a day or so, when their little boogers infect me, I am down for the count. ie: I spent Sunday through Tuesday and even part of Wednesday on the couch.
Every once in a while I'd wander in here and decide I could take it. But dizziness bowled me over and back to the couch I went. I decided it was probably not worth cutting a finger off with a rotary blade.
And this was how half of the week evaporated before my eyes.
Then yesterday, Ms. iMac decided (or it may have been iMail) that it was not necessary for recipients to be able to actually view the attachments I was sending them. Hence, I spent the day, writing back and forth to various clients, "Can you see it now?". By about five pm I realized it must be the mail app, and went directly online to my server to send the pieces... and wowee... it worked. Aargh. If I only thought of that at 9am.
Another day... gone. Not sure where they go.
None the less, there was still one day left, I was sure I could get the entire list done today. There was hope yet.
Not so fast, Missy!
Today was a "Teacher Work Day". Excuse me, but how many of these do they need anyways?
Kids at home, a mattress delivery, a long back up of laundry, several other various and sundry people through the house, rush a slew of cuts up to a seamstress, and Blammo! Day gone.
What's the deal with that?
The deal is that certain people were forced to eat their choice of grilled cheese sandwiches or a corn dog for dinner or starve because I couldn't take it anymore. Suck it up, folks. I made some broccoli to go with it. What more do you want?
"Am I done whining yet?" Yes, fine. I did manage to get a little tiny bit up on the website (there are about 20 belts, a bijillion keyfobs and several more bags waiting their turn)...
Here are the two lovelies I managed to extract from their background and make shiny and pretty enough for all to see...
It's amazing how long this all takes. Is it ok to pay a 12 year old to take pictures, and spend hours upon hours photoshopping them? No? Hmmm...
Maybe I can teach Super Husband. I wonder if he'll go for that. I better wait until he's over the boogers. He seems to have just caught it. If you think I was whining, just wait. You'll probably be able to hear it from there. He's already asked for homemade chicken soup and announced he's going to bed at 8:30. Ugh. It's going to be a long night.
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Nothing earthshaking to report today, but I am enjoying the sight of my new pin board wreath. A lot of people have been making these for their doors, but I thought I'd use mine to pin goodies and inspiration on. The yarn had been sitting there since April when I planned on a pretty spring wreath for the front door. I got it about 1/4 wrapped around and gave up. I'm not sure who has the patience for that.
In the end I finished mine in front of the T.V.. Which is what I should have done in the first place.
You can see I didn't manage to go one pretty wrap at a time, but rather willy-nilly... I didn't have the patience. That's all part of my theory that random is better.

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Generally, I follow the rules... unless I decide that it's a useless, ridiculous idea that only causes more problems...
Like for instance, there's this new rule at my daughter's school that you can't park in the front because there is a bike lane there. Nevermind we don't have a bus system to get the kids to school, and 800 parents try to drive through the circle pickup all at once. Nevermind that the line to get through is backed up down the street and through and around a major intersection. And, nevermind that all the kids are riding on the sidewalk anyways because the cars are backed up all the way down the street and in the bike lanes.
This rule, I ignore. Completely. I park my car for the ten seconds and run get my kid, cut across the parking lot with her, hop in the car and drive right off thereby bi-passing an half hour's worth of wasted time. (BTW, you can't get into the parking lot because of the car backup. So even if there are empty spots there's no getting to them.)
There's a couple of rules in Girl Scouts that have driven me nuts and these I ignore too. The Girl Scouts are so darn rigid. ... Just thought I'd get that in while I was on the subject.
All that ranting and raving behind me, there are certain rules that should not be ignored... especially when they are coming from Margrette and Janis (December's Child) and are sewing rules. I took a collage/free motion quilting class from Margrette not too long ago and she told me at least 10 times to pull the thread up from the back side.
I didn't believe that this was necessary and instead left them there. I thought it was a waste of time and hence ended up with a collage wall hanging that needs to be lined on the back instead of showing all the pretty quilting lines which in my project are not pretty but incredibly tangled. Not so smart a rule to ignore.
So now my rule of thumb is "Margarette talk, Bari listen."... And truly, things turn out much better when I do.
That was a whole lot to say in order to get to what that picture is up there at the top. That is the back of this front panel of a handbag. I wanted to show you how really very pretty the back does look when you pull that back thread up before you go merrily along your way.
Surely you enjoyed my rambling mumbo jumbo along the way to that, oh, so important thing to say.
Don't be like me. Follow the rules, boys and girls.
And just for added color in this post...

Have a great rule following day.
You are going to love this, I'm telling you! I can't believe how it feeds my little tea-theme addiction. Yummy!
T.J., Janie and Chrissy got hold of me last week to do some graphics, they're friends of Heather's who took some really gorgeous photos for them a bit ago (Does Heather do anything but gorgeous? Uh... no.).
These ladies are up to something so super. I looooved it. Their new business, Orange Blossom Tea House brings the gift of tea service right to you with Teagrams... they've trademarked that little ditty, aren't they smart? The ad below has all of the details.

As you might know from my previous post, my family has been in need of a little of this. Thank goodness it comes in many kinds... we could use all the therapeutic treatments we could find... My sister and I found some of it when I visited her this weekend in Arizona. One of which was getting some blond highlights in her hair by a super fantastic hair "therapist". I have to say, Lara looked amazing, as did our mom. She needed a little treatment too.
I am relatively scared of hair color and thank goodness, I unbelievably haven't but a few stray grays. Plus, I actually like my hair color (hmmm... now that's unusual. I said aloud that I liked my hair.) Which makes me think... why didn't I go get the alternative and much-needed nail therapy? I shall indulge later this week, me-thinks.
In addition to beautification therapy, we also spent time getting some of our most favorite therapy of all... retail therapy as it is commonly known.
Amazingly enough, we didn't indulge in food therapy because we figured that would have been therapy that eventually would have made us feel worse. Plus, of course, the thought of weighing in at WW and weighing more is enough to scare me straight any day... Good girls...
The retail therapy was as expected very, very satisfying.
Below... a goodie from that part of our adventure... at Paris Envy, a shop in Phoenix that carries my bags... and btw, is undeniably "Wow.". I'm not just sayin' so because my bags are there either, it really really is. And the prices are reasonable too which I'm finding unusual (someone remind me later to show you the little spread about it that was in the Arizona Republic a couple weeks ago... it looked incredible).

There is also Puppy Therapy ... Lara has much of this... Roxy, our girl, will not leave her side and barks at anyone who comes near Lara these days. Amazing how animals know when we are vulnerable, isn't it? I threatened to take this cute potato home with me... She's the most amazing rescue dog ever. We think she had been abandoned... who in the world could abandon this???

Then all said and done I came home tonight finding the squeezing of my little peeps and Super Husband quite therapeutic as well... Then, unexpectedly... an added bonus... my own personal form of therapy... my Very Own Fabric Therapy... it arrived while I was away. I did really cry too. Very, very good therapy.

My most favorite therapy of all however... My Family. Seeing my Lara, hugging her and knowing that everything will be alright. There really is something to be said about the connections that siblings have. The shared experiences, all the ups and downs. I'll never know anyone like I know my sisters and brother. They are undeniably the best friends I'll ever have.
We have our mother to thank for that. She has always said, "I always wanted four kids, because I wanted you all to always have each other." And we do (she said through happy sad, sad happy tears.). Thanks, Mom.
Awww... darn. That was a sort of emotional post. Off to hug the squeezy girls some more!
Thanks for listening... Hmmmm... blog therapy too! Good stuff!
XO,
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I'm having one of those days when I love what I do. I can't believe I get to play with fabric and goodies all day. Don't anyone tell Super Husband I am enjoying myself so much. Tell him I'm working my butt off please.
And truthfully, not every day feels like this. A lot of days are spent doing the dreaded accounting and paperwork. That's what you should tell Super Husband. Tell him I'm doing math all day. It's horrifying.
But on the sly I'm going to tell you that today I am in heaven. Fabric fabric pattern pattern color color. I love it.
Today, I mixed and matched and matched and mixed. It had my little pea brain all in a tizzy. "Ooooh, pretty! Oh... I know, not that fabric! This fabric! Move this here! Do that!" I was all a-whirl with thought.
As I was going along it occurred to me to wonder why it works out. What makes these seemingly random patterns and colors come together?
When I'm designing I find it curious that sometimes I have no idea where it's going. I'm simply taking various items, mixing them up and trying to make sense of them. It may look pretty random when I'm done, but really I think that as I'm mixing and adding my brain is tying it all together.
Sometimes as I am doing this, I have a hovering sense of doubt about what it will all look like in the end, but so often it has managed to come out "right" that I have taught myself to keep going even if it's not making sense at the moment.
I was having that sense of dread and doubt as I was lining up my piles of rectangles for this quilt for Jennifer. The blue wasn't doing it for me. Then the yellow made no sense. But as I mixed and placed and replaced the rectangles it started to meld, as it always seems to with pattern and colors.
And when it does all come together, it usually leaves me wondering why. Why does that look right? One color answers another and one pattern answers another even if the colors seem totally unrelated when you look at them separately.
Sometimes I do that I purpose. I take things I know have no business being together just to see if I can make it work. That's what I did with this particular quilt. And somehow or another, that blue does look right.
That's what gave me this sense of satisfaction today. For no reason at all... that blue does look like it belongs. It just brings me joy.
Of course, I better not let Super Husband know. Not that he begrudges me my happiness. He'll think I was having far too much fun, and might want me to (I can't bear to think it) get "a real job".
Next time he walks in, I'm going to have to switch over to Quickbooks on the screen and furrow my brow. That throws him off every time.
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Do not walk... run to The Chit Chat Cafe, a new blog by my new friend, Lisa K. who owns the fabby Trunk Show Boutique in New Jersey.
Lisa's advice and "chit chat" will have you cracking up. And laughter is totally the best medicine.
Plus... yours truly made the new banner. My daughter was teasing me because I spent a good hour fiddling with the red shoe design only to reduce it down in size and hang it from the letter "C". But I think it was worth it. I love that cute shoe. It was based on this $695 shoe (yikes!) from NM. Don't you think I'd look HOT in those shoes? Hello!
Sadness
We've been mourning. Last week my sister miscarried her twins at 19 weeks along. I don't know what to say, or where to begin, but it's been just horrible for her and her husband as well as the rest of us.
To Lara I'll say what I've said over and over... I know you have the strength to carry on. We all love you, and we are with you. And to our beautiful angels, Max and Michael... you were and are loved by the most wonderful parents God could give you and your family will love and think of you always.
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Jennifer sent a couple boxes full of fabby fabric for belts and a quilt for her store. (She got very carried away with the sheer amount of fabric she sent... not that I'm complaining, mind you). So first I sorted it ...

And then I made stuff out of it (Jennifer's fabrics, even when you mix this and that from different lines, look great together)...


And when I was all done making stuff... and tell me this doesn't look familiar... this is what my sorting looked like...
Impatience is a Virtue.

OK, this was not part of the plan, but I'm giving up some of the goods. I've been hinting and hinting at this and "duh" I know you knew what I was hinting at but ok so, I can't keep a secret. Never have been able to... Telegraph, Telephone, Tele-Bari. I can't shut up.
Actually, if you tell me a secret, I am like a vault unless you are endangering yourself or you are my sister. I can keep the secrets of others, but not my very own. It's ugly.
So... Oui. I am on my way to my goal of having licensed designs as a lot of you know I am DYING to do. You would not believe the single track mind I have. It's good and bad and all that stuff. No one ever said I wasn't totally type A. The good news is that progress is really being made (as S.L.O.W. as that process is).
However... I wanted to see what it would look like on fabric. It was driving me nuts. What would these designs on this little screen look like on real actual fabric? Honestly, I couldn't take it.
And, how cool would it be to be able to show fabric companies my designs on F.A.B.R.I.C.??? Seriously, is that cool or what?
So, I decided to take the matter into my own hands and print some of my own darn fabric. And, VOILA! These pieces showed up in my mailbox today (more on how later). I can tell you I really did almost pee myself.
I even used my fabric scissors to open the envelope. That's the kind of desperation we're talking about here.
And now look, I'm not even showing you the whole enchilada.
Seriously, I think I might lay down on the floor and cry.

EDIT: I just want to clarify that this is not a licensed line yet. It has not been picked up although I am making in-roads on that. This is my dream. This line in whatever form it takes will be licensed at some point ... because I am not going to let it not be. The getting to that point is a really, really long road. I feel sharing the process with you along the way will show that it can be done. Whatever that "it" is for you. Thank you so much for your encouragement. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it!
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Ahhh... the artistic process. And, oh dear... the art of business. Oh, what a long road it is to get where you want to go. I'm making headway. So, you all will probably get a better idea of what's up in oh, about a year or so. Progress is good. I sure could use a nap though.
Here's another, yet even meaner, oh so much smaller hint... (paranoid much?)

On another note, look what came today. This sweet Stephanie made me quite happy. Oh, how actually finishing a project can fill a girl with joy. BTW, Mathilda and Grace... next week... (see below if you have no clue what I'm taking about.) Steph will take their place on the art bags page.
