Done with the sidebar gallery as well. Give me a day or two to clean that up(never mind, done). I'm not sorry for changing my mind. It's what I do to keep it in shape.
Longer view... it is another in a series of the Stray Cat Character studies I engage in to learn more about myself. So I might share that. So you might know me better. Because Why Not?
6 1/2" x 7. hand stitched, obviously, hand dyed indigo base. Vintage and re-purposed scrap. Linen cotton silk. You might hang it, but it might work well as a mug mat. Hand wash. $55.00. Email me to inquire. Poof.
Impatience. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the heatwave to be over. What good is that? I took this picture this morning. The dawn was slowly erasing the clock face and I laughed to myself. Time out. Stop it.
I notice evidence of a slow chew. Something kept going without bitching.
I put a cloth frame around this old thing. Some history here...
Frame, border, edge. A Design/Composition thing. A new category for Feel Free maybe. I have so may thoughts to organize.
It was too hot to sleep. So we didn't. I did laundry and took some sweaty naps.
Last night the expected rain did not fall. So, although it's a jungle out there, I need to give water.
One zinnia this year. I planted them in memory of Mom. The birds most often snip off the seedlings. But one. One wet zinnia.
I left lots of tomatoes hanging. I could rescue them but the birds are thirsty by mid day. We have plenty. And they are huge.
And look at the color from the rambutan. Who knew? From just the heat of the sun. And rainwater. Little dyed bits like this are just enough for me. Like a few tomatoes and a zinnia. I'm lucky like that.
Two days of no dairy and Tumeric extract in water 5 times a day and wearing the thumb wrap at night and poof my joint is good to go today. But it's to hot to go much so maybe a little more floating.
The moon faced leaf dancing happened quietly to some inner music. An August stray.
I left her thin and ragged, un"glue"-ing her at the bottom, at one point, to add a little bit of fringe for continuing. She moves through season with grace and heart. Resting here on some woven sanity.
I sent her as a gift, to rescue someone else. She is thin, raw, a map of going. Holding that.
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