Spirit Cloth

Before More Rain...

The laundry.

(And a few sniffles.)

A joy that never ends. I love to hang laundry outside. We never had a dryer growing up.  So glad to have laundry line memories.  Maybe I love cloth more because of that.

The shirt I call Nine (you might remember from Contemporary Boro). On the line. I've done more stitching on it over the years. I am going to shorten it today. And mend it a bit.

I was considered dyeing it a while back, but I didn't.

I didn't plant these. They sprouted voluntarily in the path between the raised beds after I moved the compost for the fence building.  I considered yanking them out, it was so late, but I didn't. And they made it though Ida. In such a short while, full grown, good shit, this compost. Looks like all the rain and a warm enough autumn will allow full ripening. I am delighted with my late garden. Farmer jude is back at it. 

Weaver jude is on her way.

January Pause

Typing a quick note. Did not expect to be here.

So the issue is rationed bandwidth which has no particular pattern so I never know when the upload speed will allow photos. That is not legal, but in these weird days I've grown used to these things. I will take the high road. I'm an old woman and I've seen a lot of things.  I cannot really sit here all day trying to post. So we are switching providers (which require some extra installation efforts and expense) and will have better service after the 25th of January. I will use the extra pause to settle myself. My January self seems more unsettled than my December self. Some how I've become undone once again. I will open update the shop with the New Moon and open Feel Free, which has it's own issues, on February 1st. 

There was snow on the Magnolia buds yesterday morn. They form, they wait, while I hope they make it. The sun came out later and all has melted away once again. 

I want to call these pocket cloths now. The pocket is such a personal place. I'll do some pocket storming. Be back with that when I can.
This one. I was going along and then suddenly it occurred to me. The Tendency to Bloom. We all have it. Maybe just a wish for us all to realize it. To know what kind of environment might encourage it. To understand how  sneaky poison can be.

 

Just to put something here...

Been Loving Deb's exploration in photo layering lately.

This morning real life provided it's own example.

This photo was taken in the mirror across from the bed, already a reflection. And the window on the wall is a layering of the light and shadow from the actual window. Over cloth. Cloth layers. Ha!

A fire this morning. A freeze.

No woodstove yet. So hard to get anyone to commit to any work around here. Strange culture really. Not in a bitching mood though, too much of that everywhere, so let it go. The fireplace insert (the fireplace is on a sunken level) has a blower. Keeps everything upstairs warm. Works quite well actually. Not a bad plan. Maybe I will save some money.

And the frost is on the parsley.

It's obvious that media will be an issue here. So I suppose I am now going to be more focused on returning to Feel Free as the teaching place. I will do a new post about everything. Over there. Soon. Let's just get through this year.

Just a Bee on the Indigo

No, a forest yellow jacket 

Yesterday...as October passes.

Time for a large cloth review. Where am I ?

Can I just continue? No video here for now, but I might manage audio. Next challenge then.

October

 

A bit like these tomatoes, that's how I feel.

The ones that struggle between seasons. Trying to hold on and let go at the same time. It's getting cold and I picked everything down below in the raised bed, so I can let go of the stress about critters and just let them roam and graze and ready themselves for winter. I will just watch.  There is still stuff growing up on the deck planters.

Japanese Indigo setting seed. We'll make it they said.

I did some dyeing yesterday, but I'll save it. Trouble loading photos today so I will leave it for another day. It's crisp and clear and I will mend the sweaters. The moths have been busy.

 

Well, Hey

9AM here.

10AM...quilting with coffee and thinking.

10:30 AM, the late indigo is struggling to set seed, a good chance of first frost looms.

I wonder if I have enough light inside for it to continue? I want skylights, more windows. But I need to get the chimney fixed. Grow lights maybe? 

So ok, comments show if I use my phone browser for now. Plans to make some changes, but for now, just going. Dealing with it. My struggles seem small really. Summer Bitch is fading, Winter Bitch is waiting. It's a renewable resource.

Just Today

Wednesday, probably that's all I could say.

Except fabric bits seem to be carried on the wind here.

And I woke late. And I am posting late.

Late starts here but things are growing. It warmed up again.

Indigo, planted late, in a pot, could bring it inside and let it continue if needed.

And the green quilt start. Still working on Heal, but thinking about this one now. Calling it Grow.

Growing requires courage too. Where's that basket of red?

I threw my back out of wack, so slower.

I put a note up on grace's place. They have been evacuated. The fires are unreal. We hope all is well. 

Coma Time

Cooler nights.

Coma is the second cloth layer when the nights cool.  There have been a few. Good deep sleep.

I whispered to myself. (the Man was still sleeping)

The garden whispered. Rise and shine.

Heat is returning. Promises of a warm Fall. Maybe the deer compromised tomatoes will have time to bear more fruit.

Rise and Shine. Do what you need to do.

Today I need to do laundry. Actually, today I want to do laundry. I can do laundry and that can be enough. Cloth Work.

Ha

Yeah, well, find out for yourself.

Started back here, just for some winter window garden in the first dark days after moving here.

After some research, carrot tops, edible, salad greens, but you cannot get carrots, just greens. OK.

So many roots, after a few weeks I planted them in small pots and then in the raised beds outside the porch. I like the greens. I use them like parsley.

Got so big, started to block the sunlight for other late summer seedlings. Just pulled some, maybe to dye with?

Ha. 

Should have left them a bit longer. But there are others...

See to believe.

After a Storm

Sky Light. I almost got used to Just this kind of light.

A tornado nearby, heard it but we only lost 3 trees in the forest. Poles and wires snapped all around us. 

The power is back now, but not me really.

There was a lot of rain. The deer are circling but not eating. The garden is regenerating.

There wasn't much to do except stitch. Glad I don't need a sewing machine. No power means no water when you have a well. I will spare you the toilet details.  We will need a back-up generator here. 

Lots of mail in my inbox, sorry I could not answer, so thank you in advance, I will probably leave it at that. Typing on my phone, well, nope. Not today.

So there was quilting, no plan, just quilting. I keep pinning things over the center of this one. It works well for small cloth viewing. My computer was damaged in the power surge when it came back on, meant to unplug it. I am posting with my phone which is not fun at all. I started this morning.  Typepad's mobile app is not fun, nope. But I will NOT buy another computer. Done with that. Done with so many things. I should make a list. A list is like long cloth, a story and a path to another. 

Posting on Instagram this week, easier than this for now.

Some roof repair to attend to.  

I am not in a great mood today, but anyway, Hey.