Soul-o has developed a bit of an attitude. His chair, His quilt, His pillow. And constant play and chewing has taken its toll. This morning He let me take the pillow for mending.
After removing the little pillow cover, ( it measures 12" x 16") I decided to wash it before mending. This pillow cover might be a nice little bag for spring gathering I thought. A pillow cover is a pocket after all. What if I just poke through the sides, make button holes, insert a little quilt string and knot the ends? I could remove the tie or even tuck the tie in and make it back into a pillow in a jiffy. Before He notices. Or not. For a while. Maybe another cover. That could be a bag. Home can have it's own season. Bag, Pillow, Bag Pillow.... Give. Take..
This Old Robe that I call Without End now and again. Continued from HERE . This one will begin a new life today. I'm UnDoing a few seams. Remembering when I first stitched them. I sympathize with this Old Cloth as I look forward to a bit of my own UnDoing. Re-purposing of self. I've unraveled a bit over this long cold winter in this one room we are heating. What keeps me together has become more apparent.