Many arrangements were washed away with the day.
I ended up with this.
She. Still standing. Not swept away. Washed by it, that which flows through. Kantha legs are strong.
The additions are all silk. Which started with the foggy silk ...
Today's ring is an Egg. And the birth of a new something.
Today mom made me pie. And did puzzles, her afternoon exercise.
I showed her this idea.
And stitched this.
Thinking 'Mothering'.
I drove home in a flurry of snow.
At a time of year when I usually ration the firewood to stretch the heat until spring, it is simply too nice to be indoors.
Warm, balmy even, but still the long winter shadows
So it's an outside day. Again.
No wonder I didn't finis...
The empty sky space has really filled with a nice naturally ordered motion and still it is an open space.. There is nice rhythm to making it happen. The funny thing about a dense kantha, running stitch... the tension of the stitch...
Comment by jude on “a quilt as a learning curve”
Posted by: jude | March 23, 2009 at 12:52 PM