Spirit Cloth

Yesterday was not a great day

 

Good Morning.

Sometimes, a nothing day is just what we need.

There are already 2 jars of seeds.

This is not the last of the indigo. We have another warm week here. And no real frost in sight. Yet.

I can say this one is well stitched.

Remember when we were young?

Just catching a moment...

I woke up. I looked. I wove into the edge, some old pink silk that was nearly to thin to stand on its own. I need time I said to myself. Then, the hearty laugh I needed so badly.

just Being Part of It

 

 

Mostly I planted perennials this year. They will return. And reseed, populate.

But I also did a lot of dead heading and trimming, I brought the spent blooms in to make pretty and and consider the in between. And then they dry.

Soul-O likes to sit near them. Likes the way they smell.

Likes them so much sometimes he butts them with his nose. Seeds fall out, if they are ready, I collect them.  I lump them all together  and store them in jars, put them downstairs in the cool basement. So many from one flower. I will plant them before deep winter, spread them around at wood's edge. And along the outside and inside the garden fence. Some down at the end of the road in by the mailbox. The deer will eat some of them. Hey ho. 

And what has happened here? Playing with vertical and horizontal stitch lines, which is taking like forever, but then poof!, this old self has begun to have the feel of being woven in. I'm not done considering this and I will talk eventually. 

Suddenly Older

Not Really.

Older takes a long time. Sometimes the noticing seems sudden.

So much time has even passed since I was working on this. So much time is passing it is even hard for me to go back and reference some of the things I would like to find.  Of course if I wait long enough I won't remember at all and everything will be new!

Somehow line is a really good tool for expressing old. The wrinkle thing. I am playing with expanding that to include breaking up large areas with line style stitch. The visual changes, like a cracking but also the feel of the cloth is grand. I will work a bit on this and talk about it later.

I realize there are commenting issues here. Sorry. Tis what it is.

Feel Free, my Wordpress site is in maintenance mode for October. Trying to downgrade and simplify with the intention of leaving it for reference and personal organization for content still unpublished. 

There is an incomplete list of Ragmates in the sidebar but I will probably go back to Placekeeper for links, a separate page. October is clean up month.

To Fall into it

It's Fall.

And then thinking about Fall. Leaves Fall. But leaves are let go to make room for new leaves.

Our sweet Michelle gave me this little hoop. I played with this photo. I highlighted what might be held by this small gift. And I added a garden layer, the season. Fading.

I say to myself, the layering in photos, as well as digital drawing, can be a tool, for helping form evolve in my story cloth.  But then too, tools need to be an extension of those who use them. That is the complexity in the relationship.

Some stitching then, continued from here, yesterday, but more realizing again, how the nature of cloth, it's flexibility, how cloth is like clay, like breath, like extension of self.

I'm in a mood.

Moods are useful.

Expecting days of rain here. Again.