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Lost at the bottom of a box of little dolls. Mostly made for Mom's Christmas tree. And then some gifts here and there.
Found intact but without her head. I guess that means she is not worried about it. The spirit never dies.
Still I thought she should rest. Prepare for a new journey maybe. Stuck in a box for too long.
May 15, 2014 at 10:54 AM in Becoming more or less, Cloth is like self, dolls, Findings, keepers, little things, scraps of self, small journeys | Permalink
I am only going to keep the fabric that fits in this basket. It's pretty big. We found it yesterday.
May 02, 2014 at 10:12 PM in Basket Diaries, Findings | Permalink
I have a lot of string left over from dyeing. What if I use it for some some weaving? I have some ideas about that.
Dad had a box of string ends in the garage. He saved every piece of string he found in his lifetime. Mom gave me that old box of string when he died. She said, "...do you have any use for this?..."
She was kidding, right?
March 23, 2014 at 10:22 AM in Dad, Findings, questions, reuse, scraps of self, stories, thread, usefulness, what if | Permalink