The sun's out. That always transforms everything. Especially when it's been dark for a while. These 2 pieces hang in a room we are not heating for the winter. Today it is warm enough to sit there and look. I get the sense that cloth enjoys the sun on it's skin just like I do.
And look! A path. The 2 inches of ice that covered the brick melted away overnight. It seems winter is becoming UnDone but I know that March will be a month of back and forth. A rocking. UnDoing often has a ragged edge.
Walking will be possible today. Walking then. I look forward to it.
While housebound and snowed in and sick I didn't stitch that much. I did spend a lot of time though, playing with the cloth that covers the window.
Because I have to play with cloth. And there are probably a million ways to arrange a window cloth.
I came across this, A gift from way back. From Stephanie who disappeared from the blog world a while back. 2009 I think it was. A beautiful linen printed with feathers. I have saved it for so long. Time gets so twisted up sometimes. We lose track. But here it is. I will use it somehow in the feather cloth I call Home. I think she would like that. At least that is my impression. And if you are out there somewhere, staying quiet, like we might do... Thank You again. Hope all is well.
4 more inches of snow yesterday before it began to rain a bit toward evening. It seems a bit like the moon here. The man went out and took a few pics last night, because he was feeling a bit better and the lights near the driveway were buried in ice and snow and it all looked so strange.
Today is my birthday. I am 63. My gift was a new computer. It has a new operating system to learn and there are many files to be transferred and many things to be set up. It will take me about a week to get everything in order I think. It's OK. A chance to UnDo some techno clutter. And a better configuration to handle video.
We are still a bit under the weather but on the mend.
Still sleeping fireside on the fold out couch. Which gives Soul-o a friendlier view. I received a kiss this morning. A lick on the face that woke me. A little whisker tickle and a little sandpaper tongue on my cheek.
I took this woven panel (from one of my boro workshops) down from the wall today and extended it. This big winter has changed my sense of scale.
It's raining. It's warmer. Even though the cold will return next week, a sense of spring fills me.