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Good Morning December

I was at Mom's yesterday.  She needs someone there most of the time now.  Although my brother helps a lot,  my days are  way too full.   My back hurts.   The house is a mess.   I am scattered.   Sometimes just putting a few scraps together makes me feel more together.  I enjoy the sense  that all those little separate bits are still  one somehow.   That pieces of a story that fell apart can be put back together in some useful way.  The sun rose warm like a promise this morning.    The view is more open through the storm thinned trees.   It is almost like some trees fell down to give me  a  sense of space and a better view of the old sea.    I suppose any change is a gift of new vision.   It is a December walking day.   Now where did I put my shoes?

A story about going

 

I'm still going.

And experimenting with mobile blogging.

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my scrap basket

my scrap basket

overfloweth

it's wednesday and i am off to mom's asking what if i stitch up some small cloth; couldn't small cloth  be a keeper of smaller cloth?

the path to winter

We are on the edge of cold here and although the days are warm, the edges of day are quite cool.  I almost built a fire last night but some snuggling seemed to relieve the chill. I spent some time rearranging furniture, making some additional whispering chairs by wrapping them in cloth and moving them to catch the changing light.  Was spends more time indoors now. She follows me around as I sit and stitch.

I think she has devised a direct method for heat transfer. It will be hard to keep her off the cloth soon. 

I am working again with lots of indigo thread, it has a warmth I cannot get away from lately. And it is autumn. Things are falling, There is no shortage of bobbins around here.  

patching wishes on saturday

this morning i thought i woke earlier.  but it was the steady rain that had taken the place of the early morning sun.   even WAS was still snoozing in the half darkness...way past her usual waking time.
...i recently moved my computer upstairs to the sleeping loft to make more room to spread out in the studio so i just sort of rolled out of bed and checked my email.  behind the screen hang my son's first shoes, pinned to the bulletin board  along with a few other odds and ends.  this morning i focused on the row of dots, the holes where the shoelace is missing.  remembering how i taught him  to lace his shoes a few years later, the first lesson of keeping things together.  a rough week has ended and i am not the only one that feels a bit undone.  a few  things unraveled  like they sometimes do.  my son just turned 30.  but he is still my baby.  and my heart breaks along with his.  that is the way it always is my mother told me yesterday.  now you know, that is the way it always is.
...i spent a bit of time patching together one of the many wishing related stars on the soft scream piece. the skitch skatch method is so much like mending,  i am using some of my favorite scraps and i have left some some spaces blank.  waiting for the right pieces fall into place.