Her Queenship, Mrs. Kitty Catterson, rules The Highlands monarchy. Leadership of the Royal Catelope Guard has been entrusted to Commander Tulip Meowington.
The Highlands is a wild and beautiful land, bountiful in berries, fresh water streams and pines stretching to the skies. The Highlands boasts a diverse population of subjects with Squirrels, Felines and Rabbits calling The Highlands home.
Local wildlife, predominantly human and canine, know The Highlands as a metropolitan suburb bedroom community developed in the late 1960s with a significant cat, squirrel and bunny population living harmoniously in the meticulously planned yard environments and outdoor community spaces.
The Highlands features an updated mid-century color palette and prints reminiscent of 60s lino and architectural landscape plans.
Brambleberry Ridge (2014)
Brambleberry Ridge evolved from a love of my great-grandmother Adeline's 1950's home in Dodge City, Kansas and my own current 1950's home on a little tucked away, hidden gem of a ridge line in the middle of the city of Portland, Oregon where coyotes, squirrels, rabbits and falcons are often present amid the blackberry bushes and trees.
Taking my great-grandmother's love of Rosemilk hand lotion, my love of her gloriously shiny costume jewelry and combining that with gold rimmed wine glasses and snack plate sets from the cupboards, a little mid-century gold gilt wallpaper, mirrored wall tiles, wood paneling and the always present hand tatted doilies on every wood surface from my various childhood homes, I wove all of this inspiration into a sophisticated, yet rustic collection of quilting cottons.
All in all, this collection comes from my love and appreciation of the delicate sophistication of that era and brings it full circle into a modern collection brimming with joy.
Waterfront Park (2013)
All of my collections are a story of sorts. Sometimes the story manifests itself in actual words and sometimes it just sort of floats along in my head as I design.
Waterfront Park starts on the esplanade in the Spring, in the rain of the cherry blossoms that carpet the park and sidewalks all through town.
Bridgetown features sketches inspired by the bridges of Portland, OR and the Portland sternwheeler. I took photos of all of the bridges and sketched based off of my photographs. Anyone who has ever photographed the Dragon Boat races finishing under the Hawthorne Bridge during Portland Rose Festival probably has almost the same photo I took.
Bridgetown contains: St. John's Bridge, Portland sternwheeler, Broadway Bridge, Hawthorne Bridge, Burnside Bridge, Fremont Bridge, Ross Island Bridge and Steel Bridge
Three prints are reminiscent of the angles and architecture in the bridge design, Half Square Triangles, Shattered and Domino Dots.
Half Square Triangles specifically look like the arch of the Fremont Bridge while gazing up (from the passenger seat, of course) while driving along it.
Domino Dots remind me of the rivet work in the beams and were originally inspired by watching people play dominoes in the park.
Flight is inspired by the peregrine falcons that live on several of the Portland bridges and the swifts that migrate from Chapman school every year.
Union Station is a hexagon pattern of vintage tile work.
Reflection is the glow of the moonlight on the river. The idea for the design of the print was to make your project sparkle like the moonlight or sunlight reflecting off of your project.
I hope you enjoy this little stroll along Waterfront Park with me!
Madrona Road (2012)
Memoir by Violet Craft
Once upon a time in the windy lands of the Old West a baby girl was born to a rooted father and a gypsy mother. Her father loved her mother very much; but as the wolf needs to roam so does a gypsy. It took a village to raise the wee child. And as she grew she began to raise the village.
Alas, the winds called her to seek her soul in the desert, the forests and the sea. She explored and roamed and filled her well deep with knowledge and experience. The little gypsy girl was all grown up and soon she grew weary of the dissonance and longed for a steadfast place to call home. Once again taking to the road she traveled across the land with her trusty sidekick Buster eventually settling in the City of Bridges.
The winds had led to her soulmate and during a single moon she fell deeply in love with the robot maker. As the moss grows on trees in Forest Park so did the girl’s roots. After battling an evil giant she vowed never to climb ladders again and once again went in search of her soul. Stitch by stitch she pieced her soul together, sometimes unravelling again and again before she tied all the loose threads together, completing her nest.
And in it she placed her two young ducklings. The Princess and her Prince of the Pacific Northwest raised their two in a beautiful castle in the city under the watchful eye of the Griffin. The Princess longed for a simpler life without the troubles of castles and imperial dragon keepers. She began to run, simply so she could slow down. The Prince spent his days engineering the webs of others, dreaming of meads and ales. The country mouse and her prince grew restless in their beautiful city.
Onwards to the sea they were beckoned, bringing their brood with them in search of a farmstead; a place to call home, for weary travelers to rest, to listen to the land and create. And so it was to be that the family settled in a little house with a big life on Madrona Road. Follow the smell of hops and barely on the wind, turn left at the donkey by the mailbox and when you see Mrs. Catterson next to the Tulips, you’re home. But heed caution, for goats indeed stand guard, fabric flows deeply, the tap never dries and there’s always room for a good friend. Good night my little ducklings, all in a row. Sweet Dreams.
Peacock Lane (2011)
Peacock Lane really started with the fence photographed in our Portland, OR neighborhood, Laurelhurst. The fence is used literally in Parade Day, although the literal fence wasn't added until the final round of editing. I had the fence in my head, had drawn it multiple times and was using the feeling of it to create various other parts of the collection. Elements of the fence are in Ticking Stripe, Menagerie, Bouquet, Wallpaper and of course Parade Day. The feeling of that fence... a laboriously created Victorian era garden fence... was with me all the time, but there were other substantial influences as well.
The exotic animals of the Wildlife Safari in Winston, OR have been a family favorite for my children since they were tiny munchkins. My husband's family has a long history of working there and my children's early years included many trips to the Wildlife Safari. It's only a bizarre coincidence that a peacock has taken up part-time residence at the same in-laws' home garden, much to their dismay. I've always had a bit of a love-affair with peacocks as my own hometown park always had peacocks roaming free. Some of my earliest and favorite memories are of collecting feathers from around the park with my dad.
Somewhere in my head an exotic, private animal sanctuary began to form. On the grounds a large, stately home with gorgeous Wallpaper, Ticking Stripe pillows and mattresses, ornate, framed silhouettes of the animals along the hallway walls (Menagerie), beautiful hand-crafted fences,Meadows of birds eating wildflowers and on Parade Day, the animals don their best blankets and strut proudly of their own accord all around the grounds for an audience of only each other.
And always with this collection I knew I wanted to modernize my Victorian sanctuary. The colors needed to be bold, fun and modern; the backgrounds modern and yet subtle.