Spirit Cloth

Forest

8:30 AM

Last night, In the muted cloud filtered moonlight, I was suddenly sitting IN one of Valerianna's paintings. I have one right here. On the wall in front of me. It wasn't rolled up but sandwiched between rolls of cloth to keep it safe.

Her calendars are on sale now, I love her work and the life she celebrates. The simple nature of it. Reminds me of Simpler Times. Simple is no small thing these days.

I'm going to take a few stitches. I'll put them here later...

Later... 9:35 AM

I put the eye there. Sooner than expected. You saw it, I didn't, but we are in this together. I have a whole stack of patches with new eyes. Ready.

 

a little woven story band

 

A day in the life of the three little bears squares.

Becoming, set free, resting, usefulness. Loved.   A good day.

 

And

One of my favorite weavers.

The little Japanese hand shears were a gift.  Aren't they lovely?  I love them.  I dyed the indigo wool as I went along.  Just enough.  Finger woven.  Very fine wool on a plied cotton indigo dyed warp.  Cozy feel.  More body than the silk warp.

Happy Monday.

Ding.

Cloth has wings

Cloth gives me wings.

Time to give back.  What if  I made a lot of these?  I did.   Just like eyes, you can't have too many wings.

My links have flown over to another page for safe keeping.   The PlaceKeeper is up in the top menu bar.