So here we are. We got leaves of many colors. And warmth. Many young squirrels.
And then continued troubles with Typepad. A lot of back and forth as they kindly spend time trying to find out why. And I patiently do the same. If I need to move, I will simply start over somewhere else. That would be a trip after all this time.
This is Nick. Young Nick. He is very frisky. And very friendly. The peanuts are probably encouraging that.
Meanwhile, September's dyepo(e)t got away from me. And the thoughts that were forming set aside.
But now they are back. And they are really some continuing things from when I was considering color a while back. I think I will say a few things about that...
So a warm September is fading. Stormy weather headed up the coast.
The clouds moved in last night and we had some early morning rain. As much as I dread the week of flooding rain to come, we need it. The moss on the roof has already begun to celebrate.
We need a new roof. We will get more money for the house. But the moss is so happy there. So there it is. Who knows what kind of monstrosity they will build here once we are gone. This is not considered a house in this neck of the woods.
I gathered a few Walnuts.
Just a few. Just a little dyeing to try an idea I have. Don't need more. It will be less like summer soon enough. The rain will bring some cold. Got 3 tannin rich pots planned once the studio wood-stove can be fired up. Just 3 pots. In order to try some new marks on cloth. To make some old ugly cloth usable. Acorn, Walnut and Pom. The indigo vat is in the garage for the winter, which gets heated by the dryer and the boiler when we run it. It also has one wall up against the chimney, and since we over insulated it a bit it actually stays comfortably warm. I have some plans for the vat.
I haven't stitched much in the past days, busy with winter chores and being in September.
I pinned the stray who Dances with Leaves over an older piece I call Half Woven in Space. I have no intention of leaving it there. It's a book mat. A place keeper. With the thought of reconsidering the idea of straying. As not being lost but simply being in the moment, in between how it went and how it might go. Keeping that. I do like the idea of pairing (love pairings) the strays with a setting in some way. Also I always marvel at how my little works always seem to pair so well. How they are always made for each other. But then I think, maybe it is just because I am open to that. How things might touch. Across moons. Letting them.
A great feeling of energy returned today. Even though company lingers. I pinned a few things to a special cloth. Do you have some of Deb's cloth?. It'll knock you over. Vintage, soft, full of energy and heart, just like the maker. A gift really, a real deal. And I am sure she will appreciate the support. That's the real great thing about gift giving. It's like a kind of basket that might hold us all. If we let it.
I am playing with three.
As a compositional tool. Thinking of in between.
How a September Stray is at home in between. Colored by that.