Spirit Cloth

Hope it Snows

Just waiting for it to snow.

Before it, shortly after, rains.

Filled the feeders.  Stacked wood on the porch and indoors.  Went to the market at dawn to avoid the storm rush. 

Now, stitching.  Can't believe there was no Snow Globe on this one.  This is my winter robe now. So many layers. Toasty.

The Big Rain Day

Yesterday was a  big weather day.

All day.  First big wind. We heard that the road out was blocked by a big tree. We didn't check.

It was a pajama day.

And it was a dyeing day. In the spirit of the season.  All day, slowly, a dot at a time. Till the vat got tired. A scrap can be like a dot for a dot might be any relatively little thing. I pinned a cloth over the Lion Quilt and then pinned the dyed components to dry. Because I ran out of tacks.

We ended up with a lot of water in the garage, around midnight.  Had to clear the leaves from the drain outside and then mop the water.  I did not take a photo because it wasn't pretty.

This morning, Lo and Behold!

Yesterday's Dance of the Dyed Dot has spilled over!

 

How one thing became another.

I finished playing with the little magic dot path fragment. (which made me think of islands in the stream)

And as it happened, one thing led to another.

The original magic dots are applique. With a magic thread border. Or a wrapped back stitch if there is none of that. I left one empty because I like it that way but also because I do it that way. The border first and then I use that as a line guide to applique the cloth inside of. I have a video somewhere, I'll find it tomorrow.

But then I thought, hey!, those little dyed dots could work with just the border added...so I tried that, and while looking for more I bumped into  little sun stitched around one of those dots. And as a result I started another sun with the magic border as well. We'll need a little sun tomorrow so all is well.

A day is really a path between yesterday and tomorrow.

Magic Dots

The morning is very pink.

I wrote an article once.

About dots. And how they might be a place to begin.

And this morning I wrote this. You might have to click. I liked this photo how it turned into a path.

So these could be useful, help us wander off somewhere.

related links: 1, 2.

 

Thursday's Imperfect Circles

 

Or dots, as I more lovingly refer to them.

I used to talk about dots a lot. Is the word circle a more adult, a more serious word?

The curve of this wood, just part of the circle. My mind completed the rest. Wood. To my son, wood is like what cloth is to me. I think of him. How this helps me know him. Trust him.

I didn't burn this piece. I save it for looking.

The cloth here, except for small scraps, is stored like this. Curled. It makes it seem quite human. Resting there.

The Earth Dot Cloth is a quiet cloth in the Sanity Series. Silk is more fluid. Harder to handle. Prints and seams shift and slide. Sometimes I baste it to something else to stabilize it. But here I wanted the silk to speak in this way. To be as it is as I stitch, yet still accommodate the sense of natural order that calms me.

There is not much continuity to my April. Maybe time will tell me why. Ha, really it doesn't matter. A big Jack Rabbit just hopped across the deck. No pictures,he was too fast.

Today, I really like this.