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Things are stacking up Again...I'll be dropping a few things in the shop here and there. Supplies are sold separately through the Threadcrumbs Shop. Link up top.
Crap. My computer died. Or something like that. Seems that way this morning.
I can post from my phone, like this, but it's a hassle.
I will blog/post pics at Instagram, to fill the gaps, for a bit, until I (hopefully) resolve the issue without too much ado and $. My Instagram feed is in the sidebar. You can see it without signing up. Hope to be back here soon. Mostly I am worried about my photos and files. Which of course I did not back up recently.
Mostly that doesn't happen. I wake often. And Soul-o wakes me. To talk, to eat. To go out, to... just to wake me. Last night he slept. Up early, both of us. My camera takes weird pictures in low light lately. It has many settings. It isn't the camera, it is me not knowing about all of that. So this morning is blurry even after a good sleep.
There is a red sky this morning. Dad, being a sea guy always said...
Red sun at night, sailors' delight.Red sun at morning, sailors take warning.
I always liked this version better...Shakespeare.
“Like a red morn that ever yet betokened,
Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,
Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds,
Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.”
This photo looks like one of Dad's watercolors. I think of Dad. I think of turbulence. Not in terms of fear. But in terms of life.
Later, I sit here. At the mending table.
Thinking back. How naive I was when I made this quilt. That is what distances me from it now. I long for simpler times. Yet I have left them behind, as we do.
The ring around the center Nine will alternate sun and moon. Time passing. And this cloth definitely needs a bit of turbulence. And a little less Pollyanna. It will grow up over time.
Note to self, although not a new one.
Mending is Design. Design is Mending.
PS, it's that time again. Blog remodel time. Expect interruptions.
Before the rain came I cleared the last of the leaves from the garden and areas close to the house.
The hydrangea usually gets trimmed but it's been fading so slowly, it is just beautiful. No real hard freeze here. That will change over the weekend tomorrow night.
This African Blue Basil turned out to be such a great friend. It's a perennial first off, the bees love it, and the deer don't. I'll trim the flowers today and bring them inside. The plant is as tall as me now. And I love pesto.
Yesterday afternoon was warm enough to be outside until dark. The warm autumn has allowed me to remove a lot of the vegetable beds and clear the hill where I've decided to return the land to the deer. We've enough wild greens for eating and a new local organic market provides more than enough produce at reasonable prices. As I raked and hauled leaves, my neighbor, the one who hates dandelions, stopped over to remind me not to leave leaf piles around because small animals are attracted and use them as safe havens and nests in winter. I smiled as he walked away, wished him good day. Spent the the final hours of daylight mounding leaves along the ridge that meets the woods. Imagining small warm animals. It will surely snow and after winter, the mountains of leaves will hardly be noticeable, on their way to being soil.
So I marked this one 1. I do remember starting here. The old cloth has writing woven right in. But it is hard to see what it says. An old cotton sateen, but not that old. This is the first 6" block I made. Just one piece. A beginning. I drew a 1 and wrote the word one. not sure which way to go. But beginnings, including this one, are often like that. I slipped when I drew the 1. I will erase that little slip by stitching (split backstitch) over it with thread. It is a record all the same. As I go I will fill in the squares on the paper with numbers. This will help me map out the basic layout. For now.
It is raining today so it was nice to see the sun block right next to 1. It will be 2. Not that it was, but it is now. I wanted to do do a bit of video here, but the day is too dark and rain makes me lazy about those things.
This block looked like this before the face wore off. I had padded it with a piece of batting, and noticing it was the synthetic kind, I cut it off instead of recovering it. I don't use the polyester kind of batting ever any more. Polyester is "hard". It can actually cut through old cloth (which I use a lot) as it rubs. Not to mention that the fibers migrate and get into your skin. So. Gone. These things I learned later, so now I go forward with where my thought have arrived.
So you can see, I had arranged the petal appliques around a circle and then added a padded circle to the center and then covered that with cloth and quilted the face which gave it dimension.
I think I will try something like this for the mending:
This video is from one lesson in the Sun Mon Stars workshop
click here to watch the video if you see no player or a black box.
The sun is out. Old sea, she greets me each morning.
Soul-o likes it better ON the table.
I did not record the making of this one.
Not like I do now.
Long ago, I found a roll of old brown paper. It' heavy and soft and I always thought I would use it. Finally I have something to use it for. On the wall then, behind the mending table, stretched out, a place to map this cloth. Because as I mend, I will try to remember. I started a while back, drawing my work. This is a bit different I think. I have many thoughts. They will unfold.
I have determined that my basic block size was 6". And that if I scale the drawing so that a 2" square represents each 6" block, it will fit on the paper. I have gridded it in pencil. Darkening the 25 block section that was the starting point, as I recall. As I took the photo, with the sun behind me it reminded me of the silhouettes we did in kindergarten. We used a projector, traced each others shadows on black paper, cut them out and mounted them on white paper. Gifts for parents to take home on open school night. I must have mine somewhere. Anyway, this is a PlaceKeeper. A map. And something new.
Standing on the chair, this is the center section, where I began, before the ring of cats. Already strays in my mind. As things progressed this was no longer the center mathematically speaking. Personal math has it's own rules. There are many places to mend. I'll take them one by one while remembering. Mending gaps in memory while patching holes in cloth. Mending your own work is such gentle timekeeping.
And here's that poem again...
And what is life? A crazy quilt; Sorrow and joy, and grace and guilt, With here and there a square of blue For some old happiness we knew; And so the hand of time will take The fragments of our lives and make, Out of life's remnants, as they fall, A thing of beauty, after all.