Tula Pink

Just to clarify… THIS IS NOT MY TATTOO… Just a few lovely ladies out in the world who liked my owl and decided o make it a part of their lives forever and ever and ever and ever.

Okay, let’s discuss commitment. Personally, I have commitment issues, just ask anyone I have ever dated (no wait, don’t). I don’t know that I even have words for this. Who says that this whole crafty thing isn’t tough? This looks pretty rockin’ to me. Full Moon Forest has been immortalized in ink. I couldn’t be prouder. Can you even stand how amazing this is? Is that a tear of pride? Yes, I believe it is.

I can just picture Corrine and Kathy bouncing their grand children on their knees telling them inappropriate stories of their wild youth. I like it. It’s the kind of grandmother I always imagined myself being. I told my mom that if she really loved me she would get a tattoo of my fabric across her back. She just glared at me and then her Christmas present got a lot smaller, like magic!

My mom sent me these pictures of my little sisters in Full Moon Forest get-ups and I just about died! They call me LaLa Pint and I think that’s adorable. Of course these two could probably call me anything they wanted and I would think it was cute. I’m a sucker, I know, but I’m okay with that.

I have nothing else to say. They are perfect.

I have been crazy busy this week although I can’t exactly remember what it was that was so furiously occupying my time. Instead of some greater insight into the magical world of Tula Pink I present you with a little bit of eye candy. I took these pictures when I first designed Full Moon Forest about a year ago with the intention of using them in some great advertising campaign that was going to shake the quilting nation to it’s core. That did not happen. The collection came and went leaving me in a cloud of pastel dust. Now, as I work through the ideas for my fourth collection while wrapping up production on the third and pour over the fabric from Flutterby, I have stumbled across this forgotten photo that held so much promise. I incurred great injury taking these photos. It was summer in North Carolina and the bugs were determined to eat me alive. I was invading their natural habitat so I really can’t hold it against them. Maybe that is where Flutterby came from…hmmm. Off topic. There is no great point here just a lovely photo that I thought I would share.

Sorry it’s been a while but I was busy receiving gifts in between shoving delicious little cookies in my eager little face. Now I feel ill so I thought this might distract me from all of that mirth. Since I have been a little wrapped up in myself and my baby twin sisters (a.k.a. the “Twinkies”) I thought I might take this time to post some of the drawings that went into the making of Full Moon Forest. I have been assured that this will be interesting to others. I am not so sure. Anywhoo, here they are. From drawing to  cotton there isn’t a whole lot that changes. I take the drawings, scan them and drop them into Illustrator where I redraw them digitally so I can play with the line weights, change out colors and adjust the sizing. That’s about it. So, enjoy the drawings maybe next time I will make them more colorful or jazz them up a bit, decoupage on them or something.

I never thought that seeing my work in a bathroom would be so uniquely gratifying. When a person sets out to make something with which they intend to adorn the world as they see fit this is usually not the fantasy shot. Yet, as I sit here wishing that this was the place I parked my toosh at various intervals throughout the day I wonder… could this be it? Is this the ultimate statement of thinking beyond the cotton? Is this the perfect post childhood marriage between Bambi and Thumper reincarnated as bathroom art? My vote is an astounding yes. I approve and will now set out on the hunt for a ceramic dear head of my very own.

So here it is, my very first fabric collection. I sent these drawings to Moda a little over a year ago and here they are in all of their cottony glory. I designed this collection when I was living in southern California. I suppose it emerged out of some primal desire to be outside in something other than the bumper to bumper traffic us south Cali’s call life. After much drawing and re-drawing this little piece of my very own paradise has bloomed out of an experiment and into a reality. I hope you all like it!