The pot I used to store wood ashes in the winter had a little ash left in the bottom. After a light rain, the remains melted together and dried to mimic some old moon. It's just too lovely to disturb. I love how the unglazed edge of the clay vessel forms a ring around it.
After some time with a hand injury and limited sewing , the first magic feather cloth, the one I call HOME, is once again on the table. I usually do a stitched baste, but I am using safety pins this time. I just like the feel of innocence that safety pins have. They remind me of my childhood. A safety pin is a very beautifully simple functional thing that holds things together for a while. It feels good, this methodical pinning through the thin cloth into the soft flannel beneath. Once it is all pin basted, I will begin to place feathers and stones. I have also begun, with a bit of help, a process of regular video clips of my process, hopefully it will be a lovely little film when I am done. The Magic Feather Diaries. If I can manage it. (continued from here)