Well shit, y'all, it's been awhile. In addition to summer, when my crafty activity level goes way down (because HOT) I got this new job, see, and sometimes I travel - which is GREAT, and I really love it. But it's hell on one's quilting schedule, which is why it has been 2 months since my last post. Honestly, though, this next one falls into the realm of "argh, I don't know how this style goes and WHAT EVEN IS THIS COLOR SCHEME" and as it turns out, that is ALSO hell on one's quilting schedule.
The style in question here is Mid-Century Modern, or at least the fakey fakerson version of modern-er MCM that now populates the homes of hep cats everywhere with streamlined reproduction injection-molded white leather Eames chairs from Design Within Reach;
or from which Ren and Stimpy ripped off its characteristic space-age background doodles; and of course, let us not forget the furniture-and-fashion craze that Mad Men has stirred up. It seems MCM can also be blamed for sprinkling the American suburbs with ranch houses and kidney-shaped swimming pools, and was the movement which launched a thousand nauseating shades of bathroom tile. In short, it is not really my bag. I'm, like, a big shabby chic sort of girl, and the idea of spindly white furniture freaks me out.
|Don Draper, though an asshole, is my bag. However, GET YOUR SHOES OFF THAT WHITE COUCH.|
|Apparently, playing with Jacks was very popular on Sputnik...|
|….as were hallucinatory floating kidneys and guitar picks.|
Though, truth be told, this is not a movement I am even all that familiar with, beyond the extremely superficial way you know about things you were introduced to by cartoons (thank you, Tom and Jerry, and see also: classical music and Looney Tunes.) I tend to conflate "mid-century modern" with "anything from the 50s at all." This is true even though everyone in my group of college friends, and particularly those of us working in coffee houses, went through at least a brief phase of Esquivel and Dave Brubeck and Getz/Gilberto's The Girl from Ipanema. It is also true even though I myself have a couple of exceedingly 50s lamps that I cherish…I just never really placed them in the context of a design movement, I just bought them both because they were cheap at the time, and they made me snicker. One is a pineapple! I love Pineapple Lamp.
|What's not to love, amiright? And Hawaii! Hawaii is so 50s!|
|This drum shade is made out of fiberglass. FIBERGLASS!|
So apparently I'm not a mid-century maven as much as a lover of drum shades. However, what's important is that my friend Lupe is a fan - not in a demented, I Live In A Reproduction of the Brady Bunch House way, but in the more methodical, educated, and critical way that I associate with collectors and art and design majors. Knowing this, I tried educating myself by collecting some Pinteresty MCM inspiration, and invited her to let me know the things she liked best. She gamely played along, and this resulted in, initially, this choice of palette:
|This picture itself probably would have been a cool quilt.|
|Jack-stars, kidneys, elongated teardrops, lots of orange and aqua….check and check.|
|Introducing the Atomic Hawaii Eames-Avery Sputnik Jack-Stars Kidney Mad-Century Modern Quilt,|
aka "Orange Peel."
|Dang, these rat bastards are totally aping my steeze. Philly Pride! (er…Pittsburg, that is.)|
|Right colors, and a few solids, but not very Eames-y all together.|
|Patterns Patterns Everywhere, This Quilter Needs a Drink|
|It started life as squares on point. Then I cut the hanging points off and covered the squares with iron-on peels.|
|Testing petals of various neutral colors. The final choice was the top right, with the partially complete circle.|
Further, I knew I wanted an Orange Peel but I wasn't sure I'd have the patience to pull off all the curved seams….so this is a Fake Orange Peel, in that it actually started life as a regular old grid of squares, onto which I ironed the "peels" using the double-sided fusible interfacing trick I learned doing the Flag of Mikeuador. So okay, the peel color was picked - now to draw out on interfacing, iron to fabric, cut out, then iron to the top about a half-million peels. Which was fine and pretty easy from a practical standpoint: but it meant I was doing raw-edge appliqué, which, as it sounds, means the edges of the "peels" were not neatly turned under before being sewn, but are left flapping out in the breeze to become kind of raggedy and fringy with washing and use, more in the fashion of a quilt that might have been at Woodstock than one that could have graced the set of Mad Men. Again and again, I seemed to be straying from my MCM prime directive.
|The raggedy edge of modernity.|
|Strips o Earthy Tones|
|Binding is a dark aqua, so this orange strip satisfies the Orange and Aqua requirement.|
|And this Chinese lantern pattern has nothing to do with anything but I still love it.|
|Hail the mighty Orange Peel! Long may it reign!|
In labeling Lupe's quilt, one might have asked: what would Charles and Ray have done to personalize this? And the answer was: I don't fricking know, because as it turns out I'm NOT an MCM wizard after all - I just have a mishmash of nonsense 50s imagery in my head and no clear sense of what the MCM aesthetic actually IS. I imagine I could have cut out a big starry jack and or a kidney shaped label and that would have been cool. Or I could have done it in the style of the old Holiday Inn marquee, which surely, if there ever was one, was a sign o' the times:
|I should have at least figured out how to swipe that font.|
What I ended up doing, though, was reflecting on my friendship with Lupe, which has more to do with swine than with design. Throughout the years, some of my lady friends and I have embraced our carnivorous foodie tendencies and enjoyed many a brisket/bbq/osso bucco/duck fat fries/suckling pig together. Lupe herself is a notable cook and also a fabulous host - she has ALL the right plates and appetizer bowls and such, including a cupcake pedestal she busted out for The Bean's first baby shower, along with some truly divine bacon-wrapped scallops on the grill. She is also the most conscientious gift-giver and Christmas-card sender I know, and is also way better at calling people on their birthdays and remembering other important friend dates than I will ever hope to be, and in general is a much better friend to have than I am. (Conveniently for me, her birthday is the same as The Bean's, which means I can get all of my asshole forgetfulness out of the way all at once!) Lupe also always knows the best new restaurants to try in town way before I do, though of late our dining out dates have been few and far between. Must rectify this, Lupe! as there's still plenty of pork out there to be eaten. Er…just tell me where to show up.
Anyway, returning to meat: because I cannot bear to be a part of anything unless it has a catchy name, we dubbed ourselves the Ladies Auxiliary Meat Club (LAMC), and here is proof in the form of some t-shirts that Lupe generously made for us when she was taking a screen-printing class:
|The Bean, me and Lupe, proudly garbed in the latest LAMC fashion, post-brunch. Not pictured: E, due to fleeing the state.|
|Original flavor LAMC: E, me, Lupe, and The Bean, visiting Lupe in Philly for the best suckling pig EVER. Seriously. THE BEST.|
|A proud and worthy logo to swipe. I thought about Forks and Knives, possibly drumsticks in place of the weapons….|
|…but settled for just subbing the Bald Eagle for a delicious Pig. (This was pre-washing: those stray lines wash out.)|
|In situ. Probably shoulda been kidney shaped.|
Besos always, and LAMC 4eva,
PS - it FINALLY just registered for me that the roman-numeral for "1950" is actually MCML - ha! Let us call this "Mid-Century Modern Lite", then, to distinguish it from the original flavor MCM, because that tickles me in my acronym bone.