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.