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I am using an old piece of indigo chambray. One piece that was just big enough. It was rolled up for years. I am happy to find a use for it. To back the old patchwork. Nothing in between, basted loosely like in this little video.
The binding was already there. It's a table cloth. And I promised Mom I would cover the raggedy back. Which never bothered me but drove her crazy. So now. I am finally getting to that. Not because I need to . Because I want to. It's a kind of closure. As I fold and stitch against the binding we added together, I realize how long some promises linger. I've no plans to quilt this in any fancy way. Just hold it together. So it lasts forever.
And I will address the center in some way, as I had been imagining.
Note to self. How things change. How promises are more like processes.
While resting in a nest of dayswhich I am so in need of. All the while considering communication and what that might really be. And not be. And then, feeling older but not weaker but smaller in no sad way. And then feeling free to wonder about wandering without leaving a trace. Asking myself about the obsession of leaving a trace. Marks. Might no trace be an act of kindness in some way? Then. Not having found myself really waiting for longer days but noticing how short they were. Are. How it changes the balance of doings. Being outside in a warm December. Aware of feelings that are usually buried in snow by now. Appreciating the solitude that still flourishes here in this kind companionship. Spending a lot of time doing nothing. But making new squares. Connecting old ones. By firelight. Knowing I might be able to do the same with my eyes closed . This new piece is what I am calling Nest of Days. These are all the nines I have been making in the past months, surrounded by the growing darkness. In old blue. Above, I have the small stray that holds center and continues to vibrate outward (which is now aka InBetween) pinned over a nest of days which is pinned over Holding Pattern. You can see the beginning of the next ring of dark and light squares that will hold the center of the Nest of Days. Officially acknowledged as the year of the blankets, 2016 will bring large cloth. A ceremony. Cloth over cloth for a while then. Later they will go their separate ways.
A few days with family, food and wine and I will begin again.
I am smiling because I am happy to celebrate with him.
He is smiling because he is younger than me.
No gifts. Just smiling. He likes it that way.
I used one of the Pairings waiting for stitch on the wall, just to illustrate the fact that I think (a note to self) it is just grand that after all these years we might still be smiling. And that's enough.
Tomorrow is July. And I will be back to stitching and sharing and not just imagining.
Not new things, just patching them together to make them useful.
The top from an old garlic keeper. Clay. The bottom broke. I had to grind the holes a bit larger to fit the incense sticks.
The little jug, an old mustard crock. From a time when I was into mustard. Now I am just into crocks.
The blue bowl, Dad bought in New Mexico. My parents used to go camping across the States. And my dad used to seek out this particular potter. He used to sell somewhere out there. Blue bowls. I took one after Mom died. My brother has the others.
The cloth... Nine for Peace. Now aka A Newer World Order. Part of the Crossroads series.
I am thinking a lot about which things I will keep when we move. We want to stay loose and light.
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