Spirit Cloth

CATchwork

Still at Mom's. 

Couldn't sleep. 

Cat in the nine-patch.  About 3" square.  Or a bit less. 

CATchwork.


Zzzzzzzzz .

Dreaming about Whispering Cats.

just little things

Sometimes, while I am at Mom's,  I cannot continue a thought for too long without being interrupted.  So I have some little cloth sandwiches to stitch on.  Just little things.  Light-hearted things.  Just stitchng with simpler times in mind.

And so.  The cat in the moon.

and then again

Just to  put that one behind me.... whew.

The Book, still ahead of me.  But I am catching up real fast. 

and then

 

 

Somewhere

 

 

I  pulled this one  back to the worktable yesterday.   I thought it was done.  Or close.    I keep having this urge to call everything   Just Going   ...  and then clarify that along the way   ...      ...     ...

This one?  Just Going... Without a True Sense of Direction

This  is more  obviously about being swept away I said to myself... but finding a place in that.   Swept into maybe.  I  had this little face left over from  something.   I imagined it to be me, surprised by all that is happening, but pinned  to it  all at least.   A way to  find a sense of order to it.   My place, if only for a moment.

 And today is Friday and I will be sitting with the Magic  Feather Cloth instead.   Taking the "me" out of things for a while.  And just going in a bigger sense.   Finding a sense of   myself  there,   common sense,  a place in that for a while. I have been blown off course.

It promises to be another  nice cold damp weekend.

See you later.