Spirit Cloth

A Day is a Day

Gosh, I love not typing. There should be just talking here as well, but I am not ready. 

wave storming

 

Dense fog this morning. A relatively warm day.

I need to finish planting bulbs. 

Some parts of circles can make boats too. And sails I have some of those... most of what I had here was just pinned. So I can switch them around. I needed a small fleet this morning. A community at sea. What if a community doesn't depend on location? There are also those who got left behind. 

Fog over a small journey.  Fog can be dangerous at sea. And also , I imagine, very beautiful. 

I am not trying to be clear here, just dreaming. Enjoying the fog then.

Just simple what-iffing

It wasn't a plan but when he said, what if you make the living room into your studio?, it took me about 15 minutes to make the changes.  The only big window.  Oh yeah, feeling more like home.

Patch Play du jour. 

And I forgot about the sailboats from a while back, just found a pile of them waiting for stitch. I guess I could use the tips of triangles for waves. Way back they were mountains and even tee pees.  It's amazing what you might do with simple shapes. But I guess that is at the root of patchwork.  And I have probably said that so many times before.

Oh gee, what if I could make a houseboat?

Moving the studio has me sorting through piles again.

I feel a loose patch party coming on. It's the silly season anyway. I need to order some wine. 

There's not much wall space in this new studio spot, but the hallway could work. I need to look at all the loose dyed patches together. And the basement is cold. I will warn him, there will be no escape from my madness now...

I will calm down after the new year. 

I'm late posting today, so this will probably get delivered tomorrow, what day is it anyway?

Just November

There is no storm today.

But there sure are a lot of leaves.

The lightness has changed.

And I am , again, thinking about community.

And how easily that can fall apart.

How confident we can become.

But in perspective, well being, well, it might really take a village.

These simple pair-ings reminded me. What if I just spend some time connecting a few loose patches. A little building. An exercise in usefulness. An end of the year round up with scraps of self.  Just these little connections reassure me. End of the year beginnings.

Tea and Patches

A Free Form Friday.

No place to go. 

And the hickory has turned, while the oaks are just beginning. I made these photos look a bit old, simply because it seems like I have been here before.  I like that thought and felt like sharing the feeling.

The little loose drawn patches, from a while ago have begun to catch my interest for several reasons. But as a crossover to my paper work most of all. Been mostly reconsidering paper in the background. Weaving is still what drives my dreams.  There has been less time to do but plenty of time for tea. And to imagine.