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..
I'll patch that hole.
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.
And so here we Go then.
And I really like this
Mid February. Winter has left its mark. The squirrels have been particularly hard hit this season. I've made an effort to feed no matter what. I wish I could sew a patch on his bare back. But just food will help for now.
And speaking of patches....
My well patched jeans (remember?) have acquired new thin spots. They have gone unmaintained, ripping through in several places. I've been making do. I pull them right on over my pajamas on cold mornings. This creates a comfortable set of layers and an instant sort of mending. The holes filled with the soft flannel beneath. Keeps the chill out. Slow stitching is lovely but sometimes quick is useful in a pinch. Sometimes undoing expectation makes things more real. I've been mending them in my mind. I'll get to them soon. I want to talk a bit about patching. Mending. I've learned a few new things I might share.
But for now, I think I will just go back to bed. Tomorrow. Which will soon be today.
Another 4" of snow fell last night.
The Bird robe and the robe called Wind work quite well together. Warm as toast. One over the other. Neither finished. And it matters not. The streaks in this photo come from the old mirror inside a closet door which always makes things seem a bit washed out and out of focus. Life has been a bit like that these past days. There is about a foot of snow outside which has turned to solid ice. And a few too many folks in this one room we are heating. More snow tomorrow night. I'll be back to regular blogging on Tuesday. Have not been keeping up with my email, thanks for your patience.
The once named Magic Feather Coat, also known as Without End hangs there.
A small tear along the neckband needs attention. I am admiring its staying power just a little longer. I have decided to alter this garment a bit. Well, a lot. Let it become a curtain, maybe, or a blanket. Let it be more useful. I have too many robes.
The less I have, the less I need. (she thought to herself, finding the time to jot that down) Perhaps simplicity is all about transformation, the clarity in that. Perhaps transformation is simply making do. A form of recycling, re-self-ing, sympathetic evolution? Becoming what you need to. How is it we come to need more while celebrating less. In these years of the revival of mending and celebrating making do, it seems it has all become about art, business and money and not at all about what it is.
An unspeakable sadness washed over me while walking yesterday. Not the kind that poisons you, but the kind that enriches. Something quite clear but without words. It will stay like that I suppose, until it becomes something utter-able. Until then I will just try to keep wandering off. Walking about. Let my journey become itself. ( TYiBO 2013 j.a.h )
Saskia has been living her life and also letting her work become quite simple with a deepening sense of quiet and confidence I can clearly admire. She shares her work over at Diaries but also on her blog. I really like this. If you stop by, please do, say hi for me.
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What we might wear has so much to do with the weather. And what's on hand. Who we are.
Partly Cloudy. An early morning inspiration while testing the fermentation vat . Just right.
Partly Cloudy and a Slight Breeze. This Breeze began during some musings on white over at at Diaries, and will kick up again during my first live gathering in the planning. Weather can be unpredictable but a slight breeze is always welcome.
A Slight Breeze followed by a big Wind. Wind continues to develop, hoping though, that we get through the next season with out a hurricane this time.
I name everything. Yes, even my clothing. Facilitates a long term relationship.
The Wedding quilt. 2001.
I caught sight of this worn out patch this morning. I don't mind it. This little window. The cloth has no batting so it is just a soft green flannel that shows through. It is just right in a way. Being able to see inside and that not being disturbing or ugly in anyway. A relationship should be like that.
No worse for wear.