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.
A white stone in the center of this cloth thought is needed.
The rings of my basket are like ripples. In space. Like ghosts of breaths taken.
I will ease into Summer with fewer postings. More Space. I have finished the Feather Cloth we call Home and now I need some quiet time to prepare it for travel. Collect, recollect its story. I will share more photos before it flies. I have spoken to Wendy. How long it has been. How much of this crazy life this cloth holds. How this is good. We are ready.
A lot of things will keep me somewhat wordless for the summer. For those of you who are subscribed, I will set my Small Journeys postings for Wednesdays, What if Wednesdays. Small Journeys will continue through Labor Day (Sept 7) at which point the series will end. And I will embark on some bigger journeys.
Three is always more indication of going than two.
So I am just looking at these three today.
Two weeks and a day. A day that seemed bigger than a week.
Note to self: Dividing space gives me a sense of time. As place.
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Sometimes a day seems like things in a row. Connected.
And a week, a chunk of those.
Counting is like going but not Just.
Measuring is counting, recording.
Story is recounting.
Another week in March has passed.
And still it is cold.
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