We live this way. Patching as we go. Using what's here.
Sometimes using the day to find just the right piece that might fit. Or fashioning one.
This is the sleep loft where it meets the stairs. The stairs I just painted white because I do have a lot of white paint left from something. And it makes a small room seem bigger. Photo by my boy. An early one that I have always loved because of how the distance eats the path forward.
I stitched two dyed corner patches together this morning. (dipped in Indigo twice, first clamped, then just dipped to get two tones.) I like the liquid path that formed. And the wings. I need to make more of them so I can complete a new Nine Lives Pat(c)h. I renamed the nine patch that a while ago. Nine Lives Patch. To imply the spirit contained in each one I make. The story really. Now, as a variation, I think Nine Lives Path would be a nice little series. The white linen here is still crisp and new,left over from the first linen blouse I ever made. I used to make all my clothes. I wondered why I am not doing that any more. I think it is because I am still wearing what I have. Yes. I am patching what I have. And I don't need much anyway.
Note to self:
The rectangle, the longer form, makes the Nine Patch into a Path.
It got real hot here, real fast. I let the color go for a moment.
So today we have:
A new Nine in cool linen. Nine for the Tendency to Wander. Just a play on lines, grain, off grain. Woven lines broken by seam lines. Just a simple slight shift brought movement. I concentrated to make sure that when I cut the pieces off grain, the lines would meet up and seem to continue. "Seam to continue" I was thinking. It's quite nice the way it waves. Almost curves, flows, in its illusion. And it's a path. And a kind of self portrait.
It rained and rained and rained. Still raining. Still cold.
Cold enough to dull a mood. But not cold enough to stop the flow.
Yesterday, again too gloomy for video, I stacked some running stitch (walking stitch actually) on one of the dyed patchwork corner experiments I talked about here. A sort of double flow on this one. In sympathy with the day. It's a slow process. It took all day. And that was OK. The day was so liquid I lost track of time.
I worked the stitch in sections, changing direction. Filling in one color section that moved through the patchwork. And then connected the areas by filling in rows. You can shift the stitch as you go, to make gradual curves, bridge rows, or just be free and less even. It finds its own flow. It shows you how it might go. Don't you love how it has softened the grid? Because of how the thread runs through it.