I like the apron idea. Putting this bitch in the context of something useful. Protective even.
For a moment, I pinned a square there, and old cross stitch embroidered linen fragment from Grandma. I made some of them into squares)Domesticatewas on my mind. But really, I think it will end up with the little Home cloth. The bitch herself is already applied to one of Grandma's old linens. And now one of mine, in a way. Funny how a used contemporary cotton towel has become an "old linen" to me.
I have temporarily removed the center silk panel. It is slightly smaller than the opening and I want to extend it a bit. And I am looking at this. How it is a way of holding center. In some lighter way. A focus on a sense of center that might not be apparent otherwise. Holding nothing but then not. A place. Placekeeping. I will hold that thought in my mind for further consideration.
And then, how the frame floats. How easily it could be pulled out of shape. Softened by that. A kind of liquid frame. I will hold that thought too.
Because here and now, I will be continuing with the other thought. Extending the silk centerpiece.
I will stitch the inner edge of the patchwork frame, catching all layers. And then cut away the excess cotton lawn*- inner frame close to that stitching line by lifting the outer edge of the frame out of the way, but I will show all that later. Managing the layers. I will create a page at Feel Free for seams but not today.
* Lawn cloth or lawn is a plain weave textile, originally of linen but now chiefly cotton. Lawn is designed using fine, high count yarns, which results in a silky, untextured feel. The term "lawn" derives from "Laon", a city in France, which produced large quantities of linen lawn.
I have used the term design mending for a while now, all these years of working with cloth. Today, as I think of working in layers, how that is how image happens, (even if it is layers of time) I realize that all design is a kind of mending. This is important to me. My going.
While resting in a nest of dayswhich I am so in need of. All the while considering communication and what that might really be. And not be. And then, feeling older but not weaker but smaller in no sad way. And then feeling free to wonder about wandering without leaving a trace. Asking myself about the obsession of leaving a trace. Marks. Might no trace be an act of kindness in some way? Then. Not having found myself really waiting for longer days but noticing how short they were. Are. How it changes the balance of doings. Being outside in a warm December. Aware of feelings that are usually buried in snow by now. Appreciating the solitude that still flourishes here in this kind companionship. Spending a lot of time doing nothing. But making new squares. Connecting old ones. By firelight. Knowing I might be able to do the same with my eyes closed . This new piece is what I am calling Nest of Days. These are all the nines I have been making in the past months, surrounded by the growing darkness. In old blue. Above, I have the small stray that holds center and continues to vibrate outward (which is now aka InBetween) pinned over a nest of days which is pinned over Holding Pattern. You can see the beginning of the next ring of dark and light squares that will hold the center of the Nest of Days. Officially acknowledged as the year of the blankets, 2016 will bring large cloth. A ceremony. Cloth over cloth for a while then. Later they will go their separate ways.
A few days with family, food and wine and I will begin again.
I laugh thinking how thick self becomes sometimes.
They are on the wall, the strays, the ones I unrolled today. I am gathering these layers and laying them out flat. To sit in the company of strays. Scraps of self. The one in the upper left, still undone. As most of them are. Fragments. Since I intend to work on them a bit while company is here, while being company... I am revisiting old posts, stories, moments. Sitting here, still holding center and vibrating outward. With all my heart.
Note to self: I am too thick with self.
I want to share videos and some talking from Small Journeys last year, where this one started. I have added a stray cat page over at Feel Free as well. So you might find it later. But really, I asked myself today, why not just put everything here? Still mulling over the right format, but for the moment it is what it is.
Vibrating is a funny thing. It sometimes it shakes you so softly, you don't even notice. The big slow shake maybe. I think with each wave, let go.
A whole lot of shakin' going on here. Shedding skins.
When you click the link below for Straying Together 2, there will be a Small icon in the post that you might use to access the Small Journeys post that was related. In the sidebar there at SJ, you will see a list of ALL the posts made during that series. Feel Free to roam around.
Yes, Small Journeys is now open. I have not listed it at Feel Free yet. I am going to put the links to free classes here instead.
A quick note, to those of you subscribed by email.
The service I use is free but not the best.
Delivery is inconsistent and incomplete. And the numbers have grown beyond the capacity of a free service. I will not be continuing with it after this year. I hope to find a replacement but it may require subscribing again. We'll see.