Spirit Cloth

Then and now

When I lived at home, I used to draw on the walls.

Still , these days, when I cannot find paper, I use the walls.

In this way, I have never grown up.

PS. I also write on things.

Like when I named my loom and didn't want to forget.

A Yellow Day

This morning I woke up and sensed something was different.

Warm. It was warm!

And there they are!

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Dandelions are food here, why not dye?

Currently following along in Ulrike's online class.

Nice to be a student for a change.

To enjoy the day at the same time.

 

Rock Shadow Cloth

A day. Magnificent.

This kind of day.

Sunny. Cool. No bugs.

Cloth spread out. Outside.

Working from the corners inward. The nature of the cloth is forming.

I am going to stitch Bear George on this side. Soul-o too.

He is asleep under the deck. I can see him through the cracks.

George

This is George.

But early yesterday afternoon he was just That Dog. The dog that showed up on the deck outside the studio. That ran all over the property . The dog that ran right in the door when I opened it. That tore through the house , ate the cat food in 2 seconds. Knocked everything over.
The dog that ran out again. The dog that Soul-o chased. The dog that turned and chased him up a tree. And then into the woods. The dog that came back and I tried to catch and finally did. The hungry and thirsty dog. The exhausted dog. The very dirty dog.  The dog that seemed starved for affection. I called the number on the tag. An 800 number. Gave them his ID number. Waited. Not being a dog person, worried about my cat.  Waited. A call back.  Lots of questions. To make sure it was the right dog, and not  a different dog with the wrong tag. ???? Waited hours. For the someone who would come get the dog.  And then. After hours, a call back.  He was a neighbor's dog.  The house below.  That guy that doesn't like the smell of woodsmoke or stray leaves on his side of the fence. Or dandelions. Or me.

Two questions I was left with.

What kind of system is this?

Why was the dog so dirty, hungry, thirsty, and sleeping at my feet?

The owner came. The guy's wife. Come George (who was not very excited). Into the back of the van.  The  person who was supposed to come came just then.  Ha ha ha while the dog waited. And I was left standing there on the driveway.  A brief sort of thank you with no eyes meeting.  Except me and George. Goodbye George, I said.

Soul-o returned after dark.

The electric is fixed. Done. Paid for.

Although still cool, today will be a bit warmer than yesterday.

I have in my mind to check on George now and then.

A small act of cloth Kindness

 

It was in the scrap basket. Buried.

Some stray feather leftover from  what-iffing. Whenever.

Left unattended to.

I needed something small. To hold. To attend to.

To give me a sense of being able to help.

I'll mend it into something.

A few stitches then.

My space bar is sticky.  If I don't hit it really hard,  everythinglookslikethis.

Some small repairs left to the electric will keep things up and down for a few days.  So I will be stitching, trying to post a picture now and then. But see you in May.