Spirit Cloth

Studio stuff

As  I continue making space,  I put the stuff that is  hardest to part with in the studio.  Expecting that some of it will have to stay.   The floor here is a kind of patchwork.  Pieces of wood stood on end,  but never really finished  by the previous owner of this place.  It wiggles. The wiggly floor.  I mentioned that once before.  It is still like that, but now that I have removed all the carpets, I am looking at it again.  It will probably have to go if this space becomes a greenhouse.  Maybe just cement with a drain in the floor.   There is no finish on the wood.  I could burn it.
The book.  It's a keeper,  mentioned back here.
The basket, well, baskets  are useful.  This one is quite amazing really.  It has cloth trim  and feet.

From Indonesia.   I wish I knew more of its story.   I am thinking a lot about that lately.   Knowing more about what you keep.   One of these days I will write a little story about it while it has been here.  And hide it inside,  to be found.  With a kind request to continue it.   Message in a bottle  basket,

The Beginnings of a Warm Day

 

12:16 AM

The new beast arrived in the dark like a preview to sunrise.  Hungry.  Then fed.

I expect returnings.

7:04 AM

Cotton from the outdoor pot that just thawed after a cold winter.

Because one day while cleaning the wood stove I put the dye pots outside for a bit.  And things happened and it snowed and well,  they got lost under it all for a while.  Happenings can do that.

All the snow will surely melt today. 

I can feel it.

3:42 PM

...and so it continued. An old spin with a new sense of warmth.

A little more Home

It might not be obvious yet, but there are some big wings forming.  In a full spectrum sort of way.  



This morning, sorting through the  basket of magic stitchery, ( it is such a treasure hunt...) there it was, a little home.  number 85.  Just right.   This has to be in the center somewhere. Home is like a center.

This post is part of the Magic Feather Project.

Moons and seeds

 

Moons are like seeds to me.   Every one seems to predict the coming of another.  And this  why I like them. Moons and seeds.  They are so much about Going.  And the simple beauty in that.  Just Going.   There is a giving away of  Indigo Seeds here,  so simply and generously offered.   Thank you  Joanne. 

Gold on Monday

So  the squirrels are having oranges today, the maple leaves are really big,  pomegranate, walnut and onions skins have yielded a perfect earthen gold on linen and if you didn't know or weren't sure,  Lotta's   eco printed journals are worth their weight in gold.   I lucked out and got one with some of  Velma's paper in it.   Really.   Perfect.  Shockingly beautiful  in every way.   If you sell what you make it should be like this.  Special.

Lotta and Velma are over on my placekeeping page  for safe keeping.