If you can swing it, I highly recommend living at one end of the Mission while one of your favorite people in the world lives at the other end. Over the years, Crystal & I had coffee, whiskey, and burritos at every possible spot between our two apartments (well, all the spots we liked), hit every garage sale and dollar store, analyzed the openings & closings of businesses, and had a damn good time. When she decided to move away last autumn, I was bravely excited for her, but so! sad! for myself. Her birthday was a'comin', so I wanted to make her a little piece of the Mission to take on her journey. We'd heard a rumor that there were no burritos in Seattle, so I was concerned.
A lowrider, of course. Before I started terrorizing the Mission with Crystal, I was completely oblivious to the existence of lowriders (and cars in general, really). But she loves them and would point out her favorites. One sunny day we were sitting in a dark bar, and she pointed out the door: "Look.." There, waiting at the light, was a burgundy lowrider with an orange...roof, would you call it? and a cool orange painted squiggle. It was niiiiiiiiiice. Once I'd decided to embroider a lowrider for her, I knew that color combination was the one. But, I couldn't remember quite what a lowrider, you know, looked like, so I did an image search. Nothing useful, nothing inspiring. Pouting. Then, I searched for "sweet lowrider" and learned, once again, to ask for what I really want. The image I based my drawing/stitching on was titled, "Sweet lowriders need gas too". Indeed. I printed the image in black & white, loosely traced it onto the linen to get the proportions right, and sewed it up! That orange squiggle was the hardest part. Embroidering a cool-as-hell squiggle is not ideal, perhaps, and it didn't turn out cool-as-hell as I would have liked. The next one- to celebrate Crystal's recent homecoming, perhaps?- will be sweeter.