Spirit Cloth

How it is

December is a month for Mending in my little world This blog (and my Feel Free teaching site) will be under maintenance until the New Year. Up and down until it feels ready to continue whatever that means. This is... Read more →

Hanging

Hanging here, these small loose favorite things, I used to dress up this ugly chandelier when I moved here...(do you believe we are almost a year in?) they have come to be quite handy in these stay at home times.... Read more →

The Drama of Facing Through

The Cut: The cut is hard sometimes, but I have come to love it. It is a wound, a hole, an opening, a separation, a new edge, a space, a way through, an undoing and a challenge. A letting go.... Read more →

Oneness

After some technical advisement, the short version of the story,I did, indeed,lose the files on my hard drive. And the computer is non functional. So "things" fell apart. But I didn't. And I have kept my needles threaded. Just needing... Read more →

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... Read more →

After Pancakes

Thank you for your warm Birthday wishes. It was a quiet day with a bit too much food. And wine. And a bit of mending in between. An Oven Mitt Makeover... Long time Travelling Companions. Then a note to self,... Read more →

Sometimes

Sometimes you think you are just over your head. But then, when you stand back, put it in perspective, you realize it is just a frame of mind. Feel Free went wacky again. Yesterday, later in the day. A software... Read more →

A Patch is a Patch

The Wedding Quilt (made before I was documenting such things) is wearing thin. It was a thin summer cloth to begin with. Only 2 layers, the patched top and a flannel sheet backing. No batting. It accepts mending so well.... Read more →

Face Making

There were no heads on ye old key holder. I'm not sure what happened to them. They rolled off somewhere. Yesterday, The Man made two paper mache balls. Moon heads. I said that. They need faces. He said that. We... Read more →

Love in a Scrap Basket

Looking for answers in a scrap basket... (I love working on the floor. It reminds me of when I was smaller.) And finding them! Still some weaving into imagined. Read more →