Spirit Cloth

Not Counting Sheep

I've not been sleeping well.

Counting sheep is not working.

Ok, I thought, maybe counting something else.

When you are counting, trying to measure a lot of something that's already there, you might start anywhere, just going through them all.  

Last night I counted all the pages that need repair on the Feel Free site. There were 47. I tried to fix one, it took about an 1/2 hour.  Knowing me, I might get to 3 a day considering the current state of affairs. I estimated about 15 days.  So maybe 2 weeks. Not as long as initially imagined. So the site will reopen in 2 weeks. So I ask all you Patchwork in Perspective folks, either part 1 or part 2 or both, can you hang in there?  I am learning that I have bitten off more than I can chew with this website thing, but I am willing to get through this...and I think it will be OK. 

This counting did not help me sleep.

So I moved on to counting Cloth.  I tried to remember, one by one, all the cloths still here with me, the ones I never call finished. I fell into a deep sleep and here I am.  This one, above, the WIND Robe, was for convenience sake, #1.  It was on the wall, so I started there.  This process will bring me peace and has given me an idea for the Thought Catching segment, once I get back to it.  

And so... I woke up and hemmed the sleeves and bottom this morning. I will not pack this one, I will wear it to the new place. If we find one.

And as always, summer fades...

...whether I count days or not.

Some Old Thing

Years and years ago, I made this patchwork for a pillowcase.

I gave it to my mother.

It was one of my first patchworks where I departed from commercial fabrics. In fact the yellow squares at the border are cut from my high school gym-suit. I clearly remember high school gym. Probably because I was always embarrassed by the teacher because I was not athletic.

I got it back to repair. But time passed and so did Mom. It's not a pillowcase anymore. It's a story fragment. I cut part of it off to use in something else. I don't remember when or what. But it's probably buried in this blog somewhere. The indigo is new. I can say I patch with dye. And of course, there is a lot more to say about dyed patchwork when I pull it together. I hung this on the wall to remind myself to do that.  I've not time for a lot of things right now.

It's raining. Way more rain than we need really. It just keeps raining.  Yesterday, after waiting so long for a dry day, I had some wood dumped. I covered it with a tarp, not having time to stack. And expecting a shower. It's been raining all night and still raining. Like a monsoon. At sunrise, no tarp and a big pile of drenched wood.

Excuse me, but SHIT.

Soft Saturday

Let it be a soft day.

It will rain till Monday. The studio is closed from the cold. Amazing, May and cold. Not that cold but cold enough.

I will continue the hanging ceremony.  This is good. I am rereading the blog at the same time. Uncovering old stories that go with old cloths. Imagine if I left them here. Out of context they become just like rags.