Spirit Cloth

Less...maybe 1/2 is enough

It is time to cut my fabric collection in half.

There is no attic or second floor in this house.   We knocked the ceilings out and there are 2 loft areas accessed by  a ladder on one side and stairs on the other.  One half is where the cloth lives ( I can only stand up in the middle).    Anyway, I have too much. 

I am cutting everything in half.  Right down the middle.  I will give some away. And put some in the shop in some way that makes sense.  I will still probably have more than enough.  Hope not.   We'll see.   The cloth I have is not cloth you can usually buy anywhere.  Mostly samples I designed for  a company I worked for. Some vintage.  Some found and collected from afar.  Some gifted.  Some weathered. Some even handwoven.   A lot  reworked with dye and stitch.  Lots of big pieces but even more tiny ones.  Different.  Hate to part with it, but hate even more to see it go unused.  Unseen even.

I'll be off to Mom's for awhile. Helping my brother with setting up home hospice.  Maybe I will clean house when I get back.

 

It is startling really to realize that you need 1/2 of what you have. Or less.  What are we thinking?

No worse for Wear

The Wedding quilt.  2001.

I caught sight of this worn out patch this morning.  I don't mind it. This little window.  The cloth has no batting so it is just a soft green flannel  that shows through.  It is just right in a way.  Being able to see inside and  that not being disturbing or ugly in anyway.  A relationship  should be like that. 

No worse for wear.

Just another Square of Wear

 

More scraps of Self

 

Honored.

 

In the process of lessening,  I have tried to make things useful  if I could.  Before discarding them. Or giving them away.   And instead of just saving them somewhere out of view.  Formalizing  scraps of self  into works in cloth   changes them from wants to needs in a way.  At least temporarily  enhancing my vision. Like  creating Windows to the past.  And looking through them  to learn from them.   Having them right there as reminders.  In full view.  In the context of today.  So many stories to tell myself here. 

Continued here...

Rethinking  the Threadcrumbs concept.

How age might transform us

 

 

Mom has taken on the appearance of an old tree.  Old trees are quite beautiful in their own right.  After weathering many storms.  For Mother's Day I am going to patch the big hole in her old quilt. With scraps of self.

old and new paths

I need to be away for a few days.  With Mom.  I have my sidewalk cloth , a little something  that formed over at Diaries.  A new path I seem to be on.  To honor the time-worn ones. 

I am looking forward.  And back.    Hanging out in between.  Funny how that place between the two is always a new place.

See you later...