I used to keep these short audio clips as notes to self, but hey.
Posting as it happens.
on THE WALL
- Not what is not there and yet not what is there now but what is coming. a haiku. by Jan in Nagasaki
A Crazy Quilt
They do not make them any more,
For quilts are cheaper at the store
Than woman's labor, though a wife
Men think the cheapest thing in life.
But now and then a quilt is spread
Upon a quaint old walnut bed,
A crazy quilt of those old days
That I am old enough to praise.
Some old woman sewed these points and square
Into a pattern like life's cares.
Here is a velvet that was strong,
The poplin that she wore so long,
A fragment from her daughter's dress
Like her, a vanished loveliness;
Old patches of such things as these,
Old garments and old memories.
And what is life? A crazy quilt;
Sorrow and joy, and grace and guilt,
With here and there a square of blue
For some old happiness we knew;
And so the hand of time will take
The fragments of our lives and make,
Out of life's remnants, as they fall,
A thing of beauty, after all.
Douglas Malloch
148 posts categorized "embroidery"
February 25, 2018
November 27, 2017
Ways to hold it. Pattern.
This time. It is a cut out. Paper.
Turns out it is 1/2". I once made a quilt with 1/2" squares.
Nine Forever. ( Maybe I should get a tattoo? )
This is not a template for a patchwork square. This is a paper pattern, for size, for play, for a stitched nine which you might have noticed in my work . A lot. It is very much at the center of my pattern holding.
It's a loose drawn patch. Free. Who knows where else it might land? Be held.
Yesterday, early, it was right here.
Later in the day...
Stitched. Like an anchor. Holding. Small but weighty.
I traced around the square which made it slightly larger and it's not exactly perfectly squared. Because that is how it went. Is.
October 16, 2017
Follow the Sun
Yesterday, this photo was posted to Instagram.
Folks like it a lot and I think that is because it has joy.
A lot of something is always surprising. I made 5. Maybe to share in the shop. But then not. Maybe that is diluting me lately.
The fifth one is here... just now.
Yesterday I was simply calling it migration (which I'd like to add to the sanity series). The field of stitch marked a way through. (how going became like flowing) Now I am also calling it follow the sun.
Partly because it is cold and cloudy today. And partly because of how the little loose stitched patch seems like a bit of Kindness. So I'll leave it there today.
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