Spirit Cloth

Morning Softness and Unfolding

 

The "studio" is full of still packed boxes.

Let's unpack then. Talk about stuff. Just like that.

It will help me understand where I am. A ceremony.

Because I cannot sit and stitch. My back feels better but I did a bit of damage to my hip joint, which happens now and then. It's a weak spot, that joint. Some healing has to happen before I can sit for long periods. That includes the computer so I am not out and around visiting on the web much either.

This was the first thing I pulled from a box. Sitting on top, one of the last things I cobbled together in the time before the move. Some small cloth. A nine lives patch. But more importantly what I want to call a story card.  I've been working on card ideas for a while. But I ended up not wanting to print cards. Not wanting more than one of anything. Long ago I was considering one of a kind cards.  Back in the Flickr days. Gosh I've known some of you that long. One by Jude. That was the name I was using. Anyway, now, not just paper but cloth and paper, hybrids I began calling them, but to make  long story short, oh ha!, they're coming.

This is a Cat In A Window. But that is part of the story. Still in the works.

My car broke down yesterday but we actually found a small repair shop within walking distance. (a bit of a hike actually)  Cash, 50 bucks, done, yay! New friends.

 

And this is funny lamp #2.

Funny because I just don't do ceiling lamps. 

I like it mostly for the reflections it makes in the window.

A moon maker.

I wonder if the previous owners noticed that? Probably not, I said to myself. I tend not to give folks enough credit when I sense they are not like me. I will correct that. It's not fair or useful.

Letting it Unroll

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.

Hey jude

 

Make it better.

There is this weird-ass chandelier here.

Just making it work for me.

Not really back yet but working on it, dropping in to wish you a gentle holiday.