A hoot around here lately. Really. Just Going all wrong. It's too cold for too long, which is grating on my nerves. The pipes going to the washer which is in the garage froze up. The tarp blew off the wood and it is all wet. Soul-o scratched his own eye which is now all swollen. And then some small electrical meltdown in the studio. Hopefully not a big expense...
But we are not sick or dead and I can still sew, so I guess I will shut up now. I am thinking how we are ultimately how we solve problems.
A mobile upload here folks. And a link to Small Journeys which was posted before the meltdown. Sometimes a bit of extra technology is a good thing. Too time consuming though... probably would be easier if I knew how. I will be back again when I can.
Pulled Across Moons is a good name I think. I like this one very much.
And it is raining again. And then it will snow. And rain. And then snow again. With a little rain mixed in. December soup. I think there might be some sun on Friday. Soul-o hid my little Solstice Cloth. When I find it I will talk about it.
Seasons are passing so quickly. One turning into another. Lives lived. Lessons learned.
This morning, the last of the dyepot(poet) water. Continuing. With an older idea, the more intentional ecoprint. Considering again, the redefinition of patchwork. Without seams. I'v been hovering here for a while now, show and tell soon. This time and once again inspired by the ever InspirationalIndia Flint. It is out of place for me to teach this. For an introduction to bundling. You might consider this. Learn. Respect. Support. And take it from there. Which is the gentle natural order of things. At least in my (unwritten) book.
Today, I noticed and loved how the morning light made a little story more obvious. How cloth can soften hard lines simply by the way it falls. Because it can.
I thought again how cloth softens me. How that has happened. How I might learn again from that.
The curtain climber is wild today. Must be the wind.