Sometimes we are so full of ourselves we forget to look around. In my haste to name my life's work, compiled, I failed to realize that The Language of Cloth already exists... as a website, and glory be, I go there and find megamendung! I so apologize for being so small and unaware.
I will be changing the name of my video dictionary to plain old Spirit Cloth Language. I think I am safe with that for the moment. At least, for now, i am rather sure though, that "fuzzy basting" is an original phrase. ha!
...its is raining today. some thunder and lightening too. and i am thinking about storms. where and how they start. how i might consider them my symbol for change. yes. that's it
...i am thinking about how a storm can define and edge. how it brings movement with it.
...yes it seems this is a the season of storms for me.
i will be taking a couple of days off from blogging so i can pay some extra attention to my cloth to cloth workshop which is in process and getting quite lively. a storm can also be quite confusing. and quite exciting.