I like perennials, the ones that come up by themselves. Over and over.
But there is something special about being part of the planting, and gathering and planting again process. Not just going, but going with tender loving care.
It's been cold, not that cold but the grey cold that nags on you after a while. I'm tired of it. Tired of keeping fires, tired of spending more time indoors than out. Tired of the news. Dry skin. Laundry. You name it. I'm tired of it. February. Every year. The winter bitch returns.
I've got a lot of the old unfinished ClothWoven pieces on the wall today. Because I love them. Looking. Not stitching cuz my fingers are split and chapped from the cold and hauling wood, and washing dishes and such. This one is an old wishing star. It's the first time I have looked at it as a basket, the wishing star. Basket self in new form. The center was like heart but now I think it is more like wishing self.
Wishing is softer than bitching and it is Valentines Day so I'll be nice.
I used the last of some old roll of magic. Sometimes things run out. Get used up. Sometimes you can make more. Depends on what's on hand and whether your heart's in it.
I still have so much more to share about technique. Sometimes it is hard to stay open. But I'll keep going. In these times of selfish discontent I am happy to have this as what I can do to make america great again the world a kinder place. Share without boundaries.
The cloth weaving method here goes beyond what was presented in Cloth to Cloth. And I have taken it much further without showing. I want to share more here then, opening up part of the advanced cloth weaving methods with this new year. To prepare the way for brand new content.
Cloth Weaving Without a Foundation then... I made the roll of magic weave on a larger loom, but not everyone has one of those, so you might start like this.
My mood is not light today. But I am ok with that. Part of me is sleeping. Part of me is not. I want to stitch on the center cloth (from here). I want its name to be Arising from Inner Warmth today. I guess that makes it a bit heart-like (which has me thinking about love). It sits in between The Old Seeing Eye (looking back to that) and To Keep from Screaming (here).
I want to stitch, yet, I am waiting, staring. Breathing. Alive.