Spirit Cloth

Suddenly Older

Not Really.

Older takes a long time. Sometimes the noticing seems sudden.

So much time has even passed since I was working on this. So much time is passing it is even hard for me to go back and reference some of the things I would like to find.  Of course if I wait long enough I won't remember at all and everything will be new!

Somehow line is a really good tool for expressing old. The wrinkle thing. I am playing with expanding that to include breaking up large areas with line style stitch. The visual changes, like a cracking but also the feel of the cloth is grand. I will work a bit on this and talk about it later.

I realize there are commenting issues here. Sorry. Tis what it is.

Feel Free, my Wordpress site is in maintenance mode for October. Trying to downgrade and simplify with the intention of leaving it for reference and personal organization for content still unpublished. 

There is an incomplete list of Ragmates in the sidebar but I will probably go back to Placekeeper for links, a separate page. October is clean up month.

Yesterday's Progress

I just let him sit there for a while.

I am not in a hurry.

The stem line, just marked with pen, where and as the thread fell. Started stitching but didn't finish. And yes, that's Deb's thread. Waiting.

Change is at the Heart of Season.  I want to name this that. Heart of Season. I thought how oddly we attach ourselves to the expected outcome and that it is probably just a slow repeating shift toward the unrecognizable. If we only lived long enough. 

PS. I will remove the PlaceKeeper from the top blog menu, it is way outdated. Let me rethink that.

8 months here...

Sometimes time flies.

Then. Sometimes it doesn't. One day you might be standing, the next day, not. Why? I laugh. Hindsight won't change this moment.A few days stitching spirals. Coffee but still inching along.

I marked the meeting place after Liz's comment on the last post. I was going to say yesterday but I missed yesterday.

Dad's blue bowl, now a bee refreshment station.  I think he would like that. Yes, I still know him after such a long time gone. 

 

Moving Beyond

Moving Beyond _____________.

(a little game of fill in the blank, but use one of your own weaknesses. For a change.)

Once upon a time in the mail...

 

The lines of Michelle Slater...

 

The freedom of them.

I love them. They are her other poetry.

.........

 


(the above LOVE written with a touchscreen with the tip of my finger. And of course this with a keyboard. Maybe the wing here has just to do with the way I feel.)

What iffing again...

The Moon Cabin wasn't new.

They are a regular before bed ceremony these days.

The question was about color blocking.

I had some handwoven cloth from way back that had wide stripes of color.  I cut the pieces for the log cabin block in a way where the color change split inside the pieces. So the line formed by the edge of the stripe gives the impression of a seam. I wondered if it could seem like that. ?

A seam is a line. Seems like a line.

it's almost March and I'm no less puzzled

Last night.

I stitched. Added a wrinkled edge to a piece I started when I decided to rerun SunMoonStars and then changed my mind because my mind got all tangled up in yesterday and today. And I couldn't straighten it out.

I last posted about it here.

I put an edge on it. A binding is a bit like a hug. It doesn't have to be planned or perfect. As long as it holds it all  together. Even for a moment. You exhale.

The man wasn't feeling well. So he slept, I stitched. Fireside.

It's cold again.

This morning.

The other side of a foundation moon cabin, (this one) looking at that. A kind of ghosting. Inspired by something so simple. Like a diagram. Just a running stitch. Like  drawing of the plan of how the pieces might fit together. I think it is an idea. SeamLines. Making patches that are like plans for quilt blocks. They would look great together as a new type of component. So I will keep going with this. Make a little sampler. Let's see. I'll start with nine.

Another Face.

Last night we slept fireside.  Just to do that.

It was raining hard. The roof was leaking a lot. The power was up and down. And it just seemed warmer and drier and brought back memories of living smaller, doing that one room thing in winters past.  'Twas was a quick decision and as we pulled out the sleeper couch, I grabbed the cat quilt, which I had been mending ( yes still at that), and spread it out "face" down as a sheet.

Ha! Instantly it became the next piece in the Sanity Collection.

I think probably  the other side of a cloth has always been part of my consideration. Especially the quilt.  Which in many ways, over time, has taken on the sense of a Double Cloth to me, specifically  the class of double cloth that is referred to Double Face. 

Double-faced fabrics are a form of double cloth made of one warp and two sets of wefts, or (less often) two warps and one weft. These fabrics have two right sides or faces and no wrong side, and include most blankets, satin ribbons, and interlinings.[2] Wikipedia

It is interesting to use this crossover in terms of my own roots in weave.  I have always loved that the right sides of a cloth are often referred to as faces.  I just made a note to self that, for me, no kind of cloth has a wrong side.  I have a category for The Other Side.  Maybe I should file that under Faces.

The lines are a result of quilting. Not the conventional kind I used way back when that's what I did.  But now. As I mend and connect the layers with less regard for that.   I need to continue mending  this cloth for a while longer.  It is helping me through something.

There was Stitching

I was not near the computer today.

The man scanned and cleaned the hard drive. He has patience like that.

I stitched the lines (continued from here) I drew online while I was not online. (I did add another layer of harem cloth, I'll show that tomorrow.

I used the split backstitch using two strands of floss. For the sun lines I used short thread ends from the thread nest, varied shades of warmth. Because that is what I had. I like to use what I have and I realize it has given a certain form, style to my work. Anyway, I like the variation. And I like the difference in the two line styles, the difference in weight. Spacing. That seems to create some other sense of space. Depth.

At the same time I began to notice the triangles forming in the spinning overlapping ghostlines. I just drew another layer, another digital line over the photo. This time just one out of curiosity. And I see the star. Forming.

And a new kind of solar system.

The cold has moved in and it's time to rearrange the living/working spaces.