in dreams

Because life just isn't enough.

I have seen so much.

Grey stitched, folded and placed. Gold plated porcelain pig snouts and V-shaped suits.
Baby wings and smiles as my nose gets poked.

Reading has been my entertainment.
Sharp, sassy and sad.

Amelia Earhart was indeed a badass.

I count on this

on approximate understanding

conflict is forever

CQ Script



This is my bath water.



There it is,
going down the drain.



My soap.

There was a nickname given?

It had something to do with needles or fabric? Anyhow, I wish to become this.
-->oldladiesrebellion

FYI

1. I did it. I joined the large networking party known as Facebook. I guess I felt like I had been missing out on certain functions(?) due to the lack of internet invitation emails that I wasn't receiving. Good enough reason? Probably not, but I will hopefully become so hip and so well informed of the cool parties around town that you won't be able to catch up with me. LET'S HOPE!

2. I haven't been enrolled in an institution for over 4 years until now. That's right, I'm now a full-time student. I've been able to focus on this instead of certain personal garbage along with some 'professional' issues that I needed to steer away from. I'm feeling refreshed. Industrial Sewing is the one class that I enrolled in last minute thinking that it would be good for me to go through and learn certain techniques that I have throughout the years just taught myself, which has always been anything but proper. I took a similar class while out in California but had a difficult time excelling due to me being naive and thinking that I already knew how to construct clothing. This gave me a big old fat D. Not a good mindset for the environment. Times have changed and I'm ready to get shit done the right way, though I still don't believe in measuring.

3. SHINDERS. The friendly artist and newly wedded Matt Bakkom has procured the vacant space that was once the home of Shinders downtown at 7th & Hennepin. He is curating a show that will be open throughout the month of October with an opening on the 9th involving a hand full of his friends. I'll be debuting my new art. I'm calling it 'Term Outfits' which could be viewed as completely non functional to those people who may lack imagination. Sucks to be them/you. So come on down and see some art in a space that will make you quite happy to be living in this wonderful city.

transfer

it was/n't all half bad

2nd half I got to see my lovelies and more.

whaa?? so good.

I came across -this woman's shop- just the other day and needed to share.
Who are you. I love you.

much needed travel

Yes.
I guess I forgot how to do things there for just a bit. Shake me.
First, I'll be out east for a bit. I have talked with a few people and so far I've got a candy dumpster, a baseball game and a $1.50 public pool on the list for Baltimore. Call me. Second, I will be in Oakland/SF after the 18th. It's a short visit, but I have nothing to do but to lay around and hang out with chickens. So many friends are going to be there doing the same. So, find me.
Finally.

LIGHT VISION

Please browse LIGHT VISION. It's looking really great with an armful of talented designers. So far I have contributed just a few little things.

this is my place

digital prince

Outside.

Inside.

Friend photos on the blog.

clmeisinger

Photo by Merry Reimler
Costumes from Crystal's past two shows on her flickr. 'Feel the Pinch' and also 'Flexing for You'. I've gotten back into the hand stitch.

life

You are so beautiful. You and your stitching.
Your happy 'yes' thoughts just kill me. Things happen together as people come together under very casual circumstances. Things happen during the spring, and that has that excuse. Spring time brings the life. It shares the love from one to another and celebrates the past onto the present. Also under somewhat abnormal circumstances things can still bloom and form and live. Alison and I met a man tonight at the W hotel bar on the 28th floor of the Foshay Tower. It's a space that I have wanted to see with another, but tonight we ended up there with ladies in dresses and me in my norm. 'Fancy old man' was the last person that we 'should' have been talking with while celebrating a brides night out with her closest. We were out of our element from the beginning. He was a sweet old man with sweet things to say, so I guess this is where I begin. Most things in life seem to get long and old and life drags us in so many ways. The only thing that really seems to matter is the idea of what is/was is that I/we have that to have happen or to slay. Life is moving and will always be moving. I'm 26 in a month and a half. Life is good and great. 
Keep on with your stitching because it's keeping me alive.

As long as I'm at it...

So in celebration of my act of responsibility by removing all needed information off of my now dead computer and also being on the topic of textiles, I felt as though I should share past work that does not exist here at this very space.

Scouts, Hyper Friends, and Bicycle Fashions
Photos by: Ann Marie O'Malley, Eric Carlson, Aaron Wojack and Zach Keenan

Back on it

Any kind of 'performance art' can be a tricky thing. Unfortunately I find myself disinterested in most that involve movement/dance, but I have been swayed to the positive side by Crystal. I have taken on the duties of creating costumes for her upcoming performances and so far things are looking swell. Check out her website to see the wonderful things she does. Make sure to watch 'The Default Project: C.L. Meisinger in Typing' on the third page of the installation/performance section. So good.
I've needed to get back into the textile state of mind. It's no longer ass cold in my sewing room due to the degree outdoors so my hands can now function without the use of gloves.
Photos and documentation to come.
Yes.

Dear CA,

I'm hopeful.
I miss your dirt. I miss your smell and chill. I miss your daylight and your late Monday nights. I was thinking about you the other day while standing in my bathroom. I own a framed postcard with an image of a smiling woman whose arms are stretched out in front of her while standing in the Redwoods. I replaced it with a old torn map of the Bay Area while it was on loan for the purpose of a having a bit of California in Minneapolis for the month. She's now back and now lives in the hallway outside the bathroom. I got used to the map and so I didn't move it. Anyways, I had the terrible thought while hanging her that it may be awhile until we meet again. I have somehow become a bit more responsible and have come to realize that I can't just skip town and take off. I know, it's a terrible thought. I don't want to deal, but I've found myself deep in this kick of honesty and well, this fits the bill. I'm privileged to have the time that we had together, and to have met the finest of folks through you and your beauty. I still loved you through those shakes and rumbles, steals and deals and most importantly, the high price of your worth. I should have realized what I had at the time, but so it goes.
As a side note, I've found that tennis ball cans are perfect for holding sandwiches. Two Jasmin Deli sandwiches will be shipped overnight to the lovely LOLO for him to enjoy and also remember what it is that he could have everyday (closed Mondays) if he only lived here. I know that he wants to raise his future babies in this fine cold city, so what's the rush? No rush. He'll be here soon enough. In return I shall receive my favorite burrito from my favorite shop, El Metate. The place where the Midwesterners love to eat partially due to the fact that it was located down the street from the house that was filled with Minneapolis friends and possibly our hotdish-like love for mushy sweet foods. It was also on route from BART and if you timed it right you could make it in time to bring a burrito to the party. The Californians didn't seem to like it there. I didn't seem to like what they loved. We managed to deal with this dilemma over a trip to several burritos shops until we could all be happy.
So, this is all I can give you for now. I do love the thought of stealing my good friends from you. It's a hard thing though with your fucking beautiful weather and all. I hope that we can meet again soon.

P.S. Enjoy your sammys Loren and please don't forget about the sour cream issue. Your right, it would have been a bad idea.

love,
Crystal