Spirit Cloth

Old Nine

Make a plan. Then life happens.

Today's nine is not a new nine. It's a very old nine. A nine lives patch. Linen. Indigo. Well worn. Indigo wears so well. The knee patch from some old  jeans (soon to become shorts), still functioning and removed, with a bit of the red connector thread remaining.  The thread that reinforced the corner. 

An old nine then, no time for a new one. There is a hurricane suddenly forming so we are on unexpected storm watch. Some chores and prep today.  And speaking of knees, I injured mine on the way down the loft stairs last night.  So maybe an x-ray.  I need these knees.

I'm going to hobble outside to speak kindly to that big old tree that is too close to house. Power outages are common here along the coast. If I get quiet, that's why.

 

Ok I'm ready

Today's nine is based on an old pattern I used to call cornered.

Today, based on a change of direction, I renamed it waves.  Because flow is on my mind. I find it ironic, Funny in a way, how one thing becomes another. Maybe even totally. Just by looking at it in a new way. I will take a day to quietly reflect on my new quest to undo ego. There IS a logic (a kind of intention) in everything we do.

Into October

So a warm September is fading. Stormy weather headed up the coast.

The clouds moved in last night and we had some early morning rain. As much as I dread the week of flooding rain to come, we need it.  The moss on the roof has already begun to celebrate.

We need a new roof.  We will get more money for the house.  But the moss is so happy there.  So there it is. Who knows what kind of monstrosity they will build here once we are gone.  This is not considered a house in this neck of the woods.

I gathered a few Walnuts.

Just a few. Just a little dyeing to try an idea I have. Don't need more. It will be less like summer soon enough. The rain will bring some cold. Got 3 tannin rich pots planned  once the studio wood-stove can be fired up. Just 3 pots.  In order to try some new marks on cloth. To make some old ugly cloth usable. Acorn, Walnut and Pom. The indigo vat is in the garage for the winter, which gets heated by the dryer and the boiler when we run it. It also has one wall up against the chimney, and since we over insulated it a bit it actually stays comfortably warm. I have some plans for the vat.

I haven't stitched much in the past days, busy with winter chores and  being in September.

I pinned the stray who Dances with Leaves over an older piece I call Half Woven in Space. I have no intention of leaving it there. It's a book mat. A place keeper. With the thought of reconsidering the idea of straying. As not being lost but simply being in the moment, in between how it went and how it might go. Keeping that. I do like the idea of pairing (love pairings) the strays with a setting in some way. Also I always marvel at how my little works always seem to pair so well. How they are always made for each other. But then I think, maybe it is just because I am open to that. How things might touch. Across moons. Letting them.

 

Cloudless and Just Amazing

 The man took the pics.

I made a ninemoons patch.

Without a stitch.

Supermoom lunar eclipse 2015

 

Acorn moon

 Biggest ever.

Today acorns. Tomorrow walnuts.  Yes, it's raining nuts.

Tonight we will walk a mile in the dark, downhill, to the beach. Try and catch the eclipse. Cloudy forecast. Hopeful. Then back uphill. Rest up for Walnut gathering.

Just a Day

The weather  is swell.

The dirty studio windows framed the morning in fairytale-like mist.

Soul-o grabbed my stitching chair right off. I can say he is finally mellowing a bit.

I was outside all day stacking wood anyway.  This big tree; everyone said cut it. Too close to the house. We considered it. Lots of free wood.  But I swear, I heard it say..."I was here first."  So we bought wood. Lots of it. So I can keep the studio open. Bought it early so no weather will interfere with getting more. Stacked half of it today.  Exhausted.  Again tomorrow.I am putting some extra effort into winterizing this year. I just have a feeling.

A few stitches today.

But no words.

As it Turns

This morning a test run after the Man rebuilt the fan in the stove.

It was chilly enough to see how the warmth might fill the room(s).

I love how the light is changing. Today looking hard for a while, noticing how some of what I have hanging on the wall for so long seems to be disappearing in a way.  It was reassuring to me, knowing that in a way this is true. I am changing.

An old cat painting. Two heads, but really two moods. Or maybe simply more than one point of view.

I foresee, in the future, some two headed strays.

Starting in October, all my teaching will be here. Open. No need to be on a list. It'll be great,so stay tuned. While you are waiting,hop over here.... and say hi for me.

If you follow Grace's blog, know that I have had a lovely chat with her today and all is well, she will be back soon.

We will be stacking a lot of wood tomorrow.

 

 

 

Still Unrolling

 

Hibernation was big this year.

And I'm becoming UnDone in such a good way.

You'll see.

After Many Septembers

 

A stray cat

might dance in in it. With it.

My intention was to walk you through the process of this one a bit, but this week has been a bit hectic and I sneak away to stitch now and then. When I can.

Some Deb cloth again, atop some gloriously old and deep indigo from Crazy Richard. Right there in Japan, he is.

I'll call this one Dances with Leaves. For now. Names often change in sympathy with the day.

Nine for Saying