The indigo vat waited patiently and yesterday I realized it was ready. But last night the raccoons got into it.
Knocked it over .
It's been so long, and I was just about to get to it.
For a moment I felt sad.
I've a lot of blue scrap here though, and I have decided to make a quilt for my son. The Boy. So a lot of the scrap will get used. Many blue squares are piling up. It will be a summer blanket. Simple and blue. The kind I used to make in simpler times. It will probably take me the year to finish it. Leaving me with less and him with something useful.
Thank you raccoons, for reminding me I have enough. For now.
Made for Glennis, from indigo dyed cloth dyed by her. For display at her booth at the Quilt Festival.
Along with plans to join her there. And then not possible because of MoM and other things.
And then returned to me, because someone wanted to buy it.
And then Not.
And hanging there . In the loft. So long. Who knows how long?
I took it down to paint. A very light cloth. It has inspired new thoughts about old thoughts.(and probably eventually new stitches)
Thinking back to a time when I began to work with indigo cloth and could hardly find reference to Indigo online, much less information on anyone who was dyeing with it. . There was Stephen and Glennis and Laura and Tiggy.... quietly going.
Now it is literally BLUE everywhere.
Note to self: Trend is such a swift thing. All of a sudden everyone is doing the same thing. I wonder what the next one will be?
Funny how this cloth named Time Flies has now become a time keeper. Helping me to remember. To measure flow.
Yesterday I spent 8 hours in the garden. After some early morning time humming and stitching on a strip of blue from way back. The one that was about a sense of continuing. I thought how cloth might be like song. The man spent the day working on his bike. There was very little talking. The day was like lemonade. I slept early and long.