Spirit Cloth

What is a life?

I so relate to a basket of scraps.

There is a mirror across from the bed, on the closet door. This is a pic of the reflection. I was trying to get a pic of soul-o, but the pic was snapped before I was ready. So here we are. Me almost 71 and he is getting older too. Sleeping in again. 

We are about to remove that mirror. And the closet wall it hangs on.  Maybe ourselves. With a hammer. It'll be a mess. But we don't care. This house is just too "house", if you can get that.  Who needs closets?  Not me. I prefer baskets. Or just less stuff. We need light moving through.  The walls without heating vents, we think they need to go. At least that is the thought caught today.

Meanwhile, looks like a bigger snow coming at the end of the week... so off to the market we go. I made a note to self, to grow and freeze or preserve more veggies next season. Get organized in that regard. 

I needed some sun. I will talk about this one eventually. Maybe I said that already when I started it

10 years

or so

ago.

We slept in...

The soul-0 alarm didn't go off.

there was time for thoughts

There was a 4 hour wait, in the hospital. 

Kindly, they gave me a private place to wait. I considered limitation. I tried to make a recording but the double mask was limiting.

All went well and it is just a matter of time. And stuff to do. My dental pain has gone which makes it all seem smaller.

No time for talking but I did come away with limitation is the cornerstone of form.

I also spent a moment thinking about the difference between a Doodle and a Drawing. I call the difference a Joodle. But that is mighty personal as a word. I'll get to it.

Today I will attempt to switch my email service for blog posts. I do not know what will happen. I will attempt to migrate the mailing list. We will see.  You may have to subscribe again if you stop getting my posts. All I can say is whatever. 

I will be going forward with the final part of Patchwork in Perspective. Everything in Perspective. All I can say again is whatever. Soon enough.

The last few months have been filled with so much sad news. At least a new season is around the corner. 

snow day

The dental thing was/is a nightmare.

But the snow is nice.

The world became a sketch.

And so did the cloth...

There are pain killers and I am quite loopy.

But I do like what happened here. What if Loopy can be useful?

Paper is part of 2022 and beyond. As well as weaving. I want just to think of them as new layers. I am putting together some ideas in order to continue my final (forever) chapter over at Feel Free. Please subscribe there for news about that or check the sidebar on this blog for links to the Feel Free Newsletter. I am forever storming, best done when you are loopy, perhaps. Tomorrow I will try to catch up with comments.

the thick of it

Dense stitch.

Gives a textile an instant history somehow.  Like an old tapestry. Here, some old indigo thread I want to talk about.

But not now.

Now, the dentist.