Spirit Cloth

Shelter in process

 

 

 

 

Wordless till April #3 - Holding the Unspoken

 

 

 

Home without words

 

 

 

wordless till April #1

 

 

 

Toward April

 

It's a bit cold again,  But I have a lot of arranging to do.  Moving stuff around to how it might be so I can get on with cloth and studio etc.  A lot of my studio stuff is in another room and I need to really secure a lot of loose ends in the studio itself because Soul-o  gets into everything. Having a young beast in the house is like having a child. 

So a week or so of arranging, lessening, undoing winter, opening to spring and a visit from the brother that lives far away will probably keep me from  using a lot of words here.  So wordless till April OK?

 

 

 

He has this funny cowlick thing

String

I have a lot of string left over from dyeing.  What if I use it for some some weaving? I have some ideas about that.

Dad had a box of string ends in the garage. He saved every piece of string he found in his lifetime.  Mom gave me that old box of string when he died.  She said, "...do you have any use for this?..."

She was kidding, right?

Promises

Seriously. Days pass here and spring moves so slowly  Ive been  feeling (selfishly) kind of cheated.

I grabbed a few scraps of self, now held together with what little green I could find. A patchwork promise.  A reminder to be patient.  Just a little something for these days that always promise to be warmer.

But then.  Ok.  Promise kept.

Warmer than promised.  I guess promises aren't really that precise. Just a sense of what might be possible.

How One thing might seem Like Another

A river of grass.

A pool of wood.

Sand kantha.

Chilly but Warm

It's not as warm as expected today. Sunny. Bright. But big wind here. Nippy. This cloth, The Lion Quilt, has been claimed. It's OK that it belongs to another lion in my life,  There was  purring today. Purring! I heard it clear across the room.

Apparently, though chilly, it's warm enough.  A little spring is a big thing when you've been and still are heating one room for the winter that has become spring. Sort of. You can't see me but I am dancing.