Everything will change. That's what I was calling it. I lost track of it in the middle of everything changing.
Mom used to call me on the morning after daylight savings time. She would say. You know it's really an hour earlier. Or later. Depending on the time of year. We would laugh. I miss that. I kept thinking of her today.
This cloth was hanging out in a cold room and I brought it into this one room we are heating for the winter. To look at it.
I rarely use a hoop when I work. I never liked them much. So much so that I developed a lot of techniques that seemed to work around using one. But this cloth is so intense, I enjoy the ring of vision that the hoop provides. And then. Because of the way this cloth was formed, a lot of refining needs to be done and the elements are very different in density (since I did not create them myself) And now since I have been using a hoop, I am a bit more familiar with the feel of it. I imagine the potential use it might hold for me in this year where the scale of my work is changing.
This one I found somewhere. It's plastic and quite ugly really but it's been ok now and then. But to fully integrate the elements of this cloth I call HOME, this big cloth, I need a bigger hoop.
On a whim, I put up a note on Facebook looking for a used quilting hoop and stand, and poof, Deanna offered to give me hers, because it is not in use anymore. Deanna is always very generous. I am grateful.
Today. Today one room that is not heated for the winter was warm enough not to be heated. At least for a while. It was like a gift, this small change in season.
I like the layers of going here. How that expands a moment. I am asking myself about what we like, what catches us. Why we might mention it. Who else would care? If it might matter. Mentioning it or caring. Why? What might be done with it. This thing you might share about what catches you. That sense of something.