The promise is a warmer (than usual) February. Seems like a nice promise. But February here should be cold.
I am thinking about life as we know it. How small that is in the scheme of things. How I will be sixty five this next month.
I guess all I want to do these last few days of January is to close this gap. Seems like such a small thing but really it involves so many things. One of which is to wake up tomorrow to another day.
I added the sunrise. It seems important to this nest of days. I might also sweep the floor. I enjoy that. I remember Mom being very disappointed that she couldn't do that anymore.
I feel like I have been a bit scattered lately. But when I look at this Nest Of Days I feel calm. Sensing the natural order of it all. How I can work with that. Rest in that. How new form springs from it.
That's how it went today. A kind of longing as I watch the snow fall. Like a walk in the forest.
After this ring the cloth will be about 40" square I think. I will probably begin backing it. Even though it will probably keep growing. Gotta dig out all the walnut dyed cloth for this ring. Use it. Each ring takes longer. But the bigger squares seemed to confuse that issue.
Power still up here but as temperatures drop and winds increase, well we'll see. Unplugging until it's over. Two fires to keep burning.
Today's (actually it happened a few days ago) Nine is not really nine. But then again it is.
I didn't want you to think I forgot about Nine.
It happened while I was pulling small scraps of self to build a big enough piece to make that square size I have been using. Which is 1 and 3/4" by the way. And there was a buttonhole from an old shirt in the basket. I like buttons and button holes. They are useful.
They might be used as connectors that are built right into a cloth. I thought. Since I know I have a lot of them.
What should I call it ? Not quite Nine for Hanging around?
Just getting back into the swing of the patchwork thing. Feeling light headed.
I have begun to depart from the square. And I'll be talking about that. I am shifting things around to get into winter video mode today. Even though it's still warm enough to be September. The light/dark is shifting.
That button hole looks like an eye. Which has me thinking, remembering Button Face.
Made for Glennis, from indigo dyed cloth dyed by her. For display at her booth at the Quilt Festival.
Along with plans to join her there. And then not possible because of MoM and other things.
And then returned to me, because someone wanted to buy it.
And then Not.
And hanging there . In the loft. So long. Who knows how long?
I took it down to paint. A very light cloth. It has inspired new thoughts about old thoughts.(and probably eventually new stitches)
Thinking back to a time when I began to work with indigo cloth and could hardly find reference to Indigo online, much less information on anyone who was dyeing with it. . There was Stephen and Glennis and Laura and Tiggy.... quietly going.
Now it is literally BLUE everywhere.
Note to self: Trend is such a swift thing. All of a sudden everyone is doing the same thing. I wonder what the next one will be?
Funny how this cloth named Time Flies has now become a time keeper. Helping me to remember. To measure flow.