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Some of us are luckier than others. We have time to consider time. I suppose you could call that privilege.
Time is not Money when you have enough. Time might even be a gift. The spell is broken, I am remembering the dream.
Here we are in May but really, it's almost June. Imagine that.
The road in now. Or out, from here. We need to trim the branches on the right, the small pear tree is getting too much shade. We've a mix of Maple, Elm and Oak here. Heavier on the Maple. Haven't spotted any Walnut yet.
It's going to rain lightly all day.
I covered the foundation, didn't take long really, and then just light basting. Enough for now. If I didn't want to take it further or didn't have the time...a backing, a little quilting and an edge and poof, a baby would have a blanket. Right? It is very close to UseFull. Gift-able.
Or if Mommy, or Daddy(why not?) were stitchers, they might continue. Right? Probably they would be too busy, but hey. The quilt as a base. It can be that. Became that to me anyway. That is how it started.
Baffled once again, because that pile of green seems unstoppable, are there elves leaving cloth in the still of the night? I am going to make another green quilt base. Try another way. There are so many.
Unplugging now, some quieter time. Outside in the light rain, planting.
Comments off today, let's take a break.
Guilty, I almost felt guilty.
Enjoying such a beautiful and peaceful day, when so many are suffering through all this chaos.
Internet didn't matter yesterday.
We are living a simple life here. Not spending ANY money, except food. Doing small repairs ourselves, facing things we cannot fix. Or change. Eating simple home-cooked food. A glass of cheap wine not as often as before. We found grapes growing here, maybe we can make our own. Just being here, appreciating the space around us. We did notice on this first warm day, our neighbors are quite noisy. TV and loud music on the porch through the trees. Two young teens at home. Maybe I would need TV too. So tolerance is on my mind lately. They are not my style, but friendly, and just doing their thing to get through. People, just going, living, making do. I guess these sounds could seem like music in the context of these times.
I hung a small cloth on the porch after dinner, after a long day trimming brambles away from grapevines and hauling dead wood under the porch for cutting. These will be my new walls. Even though it seems there will be a couple of colder weeks still ahead. Since I mostly work thin I will be looking through small cloth instead of at it. As I look to make it larger. Large cloth tends to get thicker and heavier as it becomes a blanket. I'm think about Not That.
I'm at a loss when it comes to organizing my teaching this time around. So I am just going. And I am thinking that is good enough. Not teaching really, going, as an example. I don't care what I end up with, it'll be something, even if it is a dream. It's all the same really at this point. Finding a piece of cloth, or sewing bits of cloth together, with the intent to make something useful. Continuing to find ways to hold it together. Using it as a thought catcher, a shelter, a way to understand something about something.
The Lion Quilt was my first "spirit Cloth". Going to talk about that one first. Because it contains my innocence about cloth making, among other things. And it was a gift. To me.
Hello
So here I am. Here we are. The thing is, this time around, I do not actually know who you are, do I? I can guess but can only know part of the story... who are my travelling companions? There are some old friends who I know are here, some older friends who I know lurk in the background, some new folks who have kindly donated so I assume they are following but I think there might be quite a few here that will remain nameless and invisible. I understand invisible. I am, in real life, shy and introverted for the most part. Unless I drink too much. Oh ha! (the big laugh for today).
This picture below is an old photo. December 2006. Shortly after I began this blog.
I altered it a bit, removing the background, perhaps just to change the context or simply to extract what was important to me. How did I do that? I used my phone actually, which has a pen, and allows me to erase on a photo, which is actually just drawing with white. Just saying that in case you wondered.
And then another, below, from I think, 2011.
I think during the Magic Diaries. That class was about big cloth. And some of you, I know, were there.
So I guess this is my beginning. Thinking about larger cloth. Big Cloth as just bigger cloth, and as a bigger picture. Nothing much is going to happen quickly here. Today I am reflecting on big cloth and it's relationship to holding, being held and gift giving which seems to be a way to transfer the sense of those things.
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So yes, tomorrow I will do some big cloth storming. Thought catching. Once you begin dreaming, asking yourself questions, one thing leads to another.
I made the text a bit larger at the request of a few folks.
Feel Free is down for a few days as I make a few changes, then links to part 1 and 2 will be here in the side bar.
I may post more than once a day or I may not post every day. As it happens is what it is.
Some asked how to donate, the link is here on the blog, you don't see that in the email post.
I have created a HUNKER DOWN category to group these posts and will list them in order on another page once I get started. Blogs as you know, run backwards, it's nice to have an ordered list.
Forgive my typos, I am terrible at proofreading.
I am happy to begin.
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