The last thing I packed.
When I named it. Remember?
So I just unpacked it, which is unrolling really, because I roll cloth, it travels well that way. And unrolling is so much a ceremonial kind of thing.
I finally found my pins and my basket of tacks. The small piece I pinned here was the piece I was working on in Small Cloth, I was mapping transition. Which I could say now looks a bit like a learning curve and at the same time a stream of consciousness.
It's been hard for me to be back here. To find words, to share how it is, even to stitch. I've just not been There. But reading my own post yesterday and a friendly reminder from a good friend (((Dee))) yesterday brought me Here, which is, yes, enough.
Now, if I could just find my recorder, (my studio is a tiny bedroom with not enough space or light)and then remember how it was that I put the recording here (my mind seems older), I could talk a bit about this, how and more importantly why these fit so well together. Talk about the bigger PUZZLE.
The walls here are all different shades of yellow. I like white, but it is fresh paint so let it be.
And this is the road in, or out. And a very long and steep endeavor to put out the trash. I will try not to make any.
