After today, December, I will be blogging in pictures only, disabling comments, saving what little words I have left to finish up What if Diaries #1 which runs through the end of the month. Nine months! Poof! A big thank you to all of you for sticking with me through thick and thin and this and that in this year that I became old.
Some changes in the format of this blog and shop will become apparent as I go through my annual remodel. Have fun figuring it out. Do it with eggnog.
PS. Apologies to some of you who purchased classes today. The sale expired because I had the time set wrong on the discount. If you did not receive the 20% off or forgot to enter the discount code PEACE ( you should see the discount reflected in your receipt) , let me know and I will refund the difference. This may take a while since I received a lot of orders today. ( Thank you) The sale ends tonight at midnight.
The character of the cloth is based on layers. The ring quilting moves from the edge back inward. I have again reached the ring of fire. Which is yet to be completed. I find myself with less to say right now. Home is like that. It can be a place to rest when there is not a lot to say. A place to feel whatever it is you feel with out explaining. For a while.
I will continue quietly with this cloth through October. Doing most of my talking over at What if Diaries. The shop, which has been down for a while, will likely open before the month ends.
I am working up a new way to continue my online presence and teaching that fits to less. But I can talk about that later.
The once named Magic Feather Coat, also known as Without End hangs there.
A small tear along the neckband needs attention. I am admiring its staying power just a little longer. I have decided to alter this garment a bit. Well, a lot. Let it become a curtain, maybe, or a blanket. Let it be more useful. I have too many robes.
The less I have, the less I need. (she thought to herself, finding the time to jot that down) Perhaps simplicity is all about transformation, the clarity in that. Perhaps transformation is simply making do. A form of recycling, re-self-ing, sympathetic evolution? Becoming what you need to. How is it we come to need more while celebrating less. In these years of the revival of mending and celebrating making do, it seems it has all become about art, business and money and not at all about what it is.
An unspeakable sadness washed over me while walking yesterday. Not the kind that poisons you, but the kind that enriches. Something quite clear but without words. It will stay like that I suppose, until it becomes something utter-able. Until then I will just try to keep wandering off. Walking about. Let my journey become itself. ( TYiBO 2013 j.a.h )
Saskia has been living her life and also letting her work become quite simple with a deepening sense of quiet and confidence I can clearly admire. She shares her work over at Diaries but also on her blog. I really like this. If you stop by, please do, say hi for me.