I love how she seems to hold so many moments at once. And I can remember what's missing.
And winter Soul-O. Just plain comfortable. Young and unashamed.
Yesterday. The day seemed to melt into early spring. Most of the snow has gone. And with a day of steady rain, we will be left with mostly wet earth. The smell of that.
And winter me. Not the Winter Bitch from last year. No. Softer, grayer, not caring one bit, spending time trying to make my hair seem like thread. I did spend some time, late into the night, by firelight, stitching the old bitch.
An older and wiser Winter Bitch. Resting in a nest (basket) of lines and wrinkles and patches... I just decided to lose the pen completely. Let the lines form. See what emerges. And just love it. Acknowledging with joy that she is simply still here. When the ink runs out of my pen, I will not buy another. There is always walnut ink. Or no guide at all.
I am using sewing thread for the new dark lines, split back stitch, one strand of thread, splitting hairs.
It is February. I am very in between coming and going. With lots of loose ends to tie up. There will be gaps.
Winter Bitch continued from some old Small Journey here.
Yesterday I stitched the corner and closed the gap to complete the third ring on the Nest of Days.
It now actually measures 46" square. Just about. I will let it rest. Adjust to its new edge.
There was warm sunshine and wet earth.
I shot some video and I want to talk about sewing triangles but I shut the computer down and spent a lot of time just enjoying the day. Considering so many things. So I will probably do another post later after I process the video and piece my thoughts together about all that.
Soul-O becomes more loving every day.
I feel I have to spend some time honing the Feel Free format. Perhaps taking a little time to do that. I want to say Thank You again as another flurry of donations and kind notes have flown my way. I think 2016 will be a good year as I walk this path to sharing. Catching a dream. There is much work to do. I will enjoy every minute of it. For I am finding myself in the process.
For Soul-o. His view. He loves to watch the goings on from here. He wandered between this new home and "out there", sometimes resting in the path itself. In between. Sometimes facing in, sometimes out.
The center (of the Basket Self) is where ever you are.
Soul-o is in, then out, then back, standing at the door. Like a messenger.
Preparing by stacking at least 3-4 days wood on the porch because of the possibility of deep drifting snow. Hoping for no power outages because it is Cold. Not stitching but on paper considering how we are always between growing and falling away.
How to express that in nine.
I might have time to stitch this while it is snowing tomorrow. And talk about that too.
I did cut some of the base patchwork cloth away from the back of the applique. There was a seam running right through it. Bulky. When you look through you see that the applique stitching line became like a seam. I love that. Applique can become like piecing.
I have added a page for Line Guided Applique to Applique section of the Feel Free Index. In the right sidebar.
In the beginning I thought I would set up a counting system. To measure the going, giving each square a value. Or maybe giving each set of squares a a value, a day, or what not. So by counting them I might measure the time spent in the forming.. But I changed my mind. I work on it as time allows. And now I am only measuring how it might go. How it happened in just its becoming. I have managed 64 squares so far , halfway through the 3rd ring around the center. I am not counting days. It has become a more personal calendar. Maybe measuring my ability to continue. Accomplish. Marking that.
I ironed it a bit. Not my usual thing. But flattening it, I thought, might make the seam pattern more visible, And it did. The squared basket-self is so subtle.
It forms almost too slowly. But I don't mind. There is no deadline. It just is.
I pinned it over the center of Nest of Days. To quiet it for a moment.