I love corners. in this one, I see life and death. And patchwork. And an interesting set of lines. I like that the patchwork might be some sort of perspective. I like the idea of piecing a view. I like the how the crack in the glass adds to that perspective in some imaginary way. As if to extend ones sense of space. By dividing it. I love the leg lines and how they begin to form a nest. But not stillness. I love that this is all in a place I call home.
I am leaning in once again. Lest I vibrate outward so much I wander off and disappear.
I have so much to say. But that's enough for today.
Except that I reserve this February, which feels more like April, for holding center. In some quieter way. I'll be quietly here.
I like the apron idea. Putting this bitch in the context of something useful. Protective even.
For a moment, I pinned a square there, and old cross stitch embroidered linen fragment from Grandma. I made some of them into squares)Domesticatewas on my mind. But really, I think it will end up with the little Home cloth. The bitch herself is already applied to one of Grandma's old linens. And now one of mine, in a way. Funny how a used contemporary cotton towel has become an "old linen" to me.
I love how she seems to hold so many moments at once. And I can remember what's missing.
And winter Soul-O. Just plain comfortable. Young and unashamed.
Yesterday. The day seemed to melt into early spring. Most of the snow has gone. And with a day of steady rain, we will be left with mostly wet earth. The smell of that.
And winter me. Not the Winter Bitch from last year. No. Softer, grayer, not caring one bit, spending time trying to make my hair seem like thread. I did spend some time, late into the night, by firelight, stitching the old bitch.
An older and wiser Winter Bitch. Resting in a nest (basket) of lines and wrinkles and patches... I just decided to lose the pen completely. Let the lines form. See what emerges. And just love it. Acknowledging with joy that she is simply still here. When the ink runs out of my pen, I will not buy another. There is always walnut ink. Or no guide at all.
I am using sewing thread for the new dark lines, split back stitch, one strand of thread, splitting hairs.
It is February. I am very in between coming and going. With lots of loose ends to tie up. There will be gaps.
Winter Bitch continued from some old Small Journey here.
The term fabric grain refers to the way threads are arranged in a piece of cloth.
The vertical threads, called warp threads, are stretched on the loom during weaving. They become the fabric's lengthwise grain.
Horizontal threads, called weft threads, are woven back and forth, perpendicular to the warp threads. They make up the fabric's crosswise grain.
The lengthwise grain and crosswise grain are both considered straight grain.
Selvages are the bound edges that run along the outer edges of the lengthwise grain. They are formed when the weft threads turn to change direction as the weaving progresses.
True bias is defined as the direction at a 45 degree angle to the straight grains, but in quilting most folks refer to any cut that doesn't run along a straight grain as a bias cut.
Fabrics that are cut with edges parallel to either the crosswise or lengthwise straight grain are less likely to stretch out of shape than pieces with edges cut along the stretchy bias.
The above information is commonly known. And rules on how to cut have been based on it. It is good just to know. But it is not in anyway a complete approach. Like nothing is unless you work with it. Knowing cloth is simply that. Touching it, tugging on it, taking it apart, weaving it, mending it, using it. Working WITH it.
When working with triangles there is always a bias cut on at least one edge.
Rules are simply a culmination of experience within a certain context. I am thinking that when they are accompanied with a bit of story... how it happened, how it went, what was expected, needed...they make so much more sense, leaving room for considering one's own story. They become softer, like clay. Textbooks should be story books.
Yesterday I stitched the corner and closed the gap to complete the third ring on the Nest of Days.
It now actually measures 46" square. Just about. I will let it rest. Adjust to its new edge.
There was warm sunshine and wet earth.
I shot some video and I want to talk about sewing triangles but I shut the computer down and spent a lot of time just enjoying the day. Considering so many things. So I will probably do another post later after I process the video and piece my thoughts together about all that.
Soul-O becomes more loving every day.
I feel I have to spend some time honing the Feel Free format. Perhaps taking a little time to do that. I want to say Thank You again as another flurry of donations and kind notes have flown my way. I think 2016 will be a good year as I walk this path to sharing. Catching a dream. There is much work to do. I will enjoy every minute of it. For I am finding myself in the process.