Spirit Cloth

Still Going in May

It rains every morning here. It just gets greener and greener.

Food is growing in spite of critter interference, in the deck planters.

Decided to try a patchwork version of a green themed baby-sized quilt Just to show how that might happen. I picked the cross pattern. Nine 5" squares.  A green(ish) cross. A new Nine Lives Patch configuration.  Works for so many reasons right now. As a symbol and as a simple project. I guess I could call this one Life as well. Oh, maybe the life series. Oh that works for all of this Hunkering Down and getting through it. Going in green. 

Did a bit of Doodling. Of course. Which gave me more to think about.

Now I will talk...

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I am just going to stitch this down then. Try something different.

Honor

And here, now, a bigger picture.

It's a bit like sitting at the laundromat. The washer and dryer are in an alcove to the left. An alcove that they do not quite fit in.  We thought to move them to the basement. We don't need to, just want to. We thought, we could build the opening out a bit. Put a door, or even a curtain. But right now, gee, I'm just in grateful mode. Grateful for such a luxury, the washer, the dryer (probably tho, the clothesline will get more use).  So to honor them, I sit with them for now. Thoughts of venting the dryer heat inside makes sense. 

I have moved the table, changed its orientation, so there is a  corner to sit in with sun at my back. A sewing  chair then, for now.  The other chair, for looking out.  I think this is the winter studio really. 

Laundry is cloth right? oh ha! I do honestly love washing and ironing, maybe that's why. It's like honoring Cloth. Caring. 

This morning, with coffee, honoring two friends.  A little pairing to bring them together. A Glennis moon. Some Richard Carbin vintage blues from Japan.  I honor them. For their dedication to work and family. Their honesty. Their generosity. Their authenticity. I will cobble this together, using a scrap of my own blue to block out part of the ikat pattern on the bottom. To make it look like a landscape. Good people are like a place. To rest.

Oh and I made a little valentine. Nine for Love. 

Building with nothing

 

The word Poof.

For the magic of appearing and disappearing. Though, I think, basically a kind of sudden unexplained change in what and where without a lot of why. And perhaps, a bit later, wondering how.  More commonly though, linked to the disappearing part. As is nowhere, nothing. Gone.

I stitched a little patch of Poof back here. And I was gone for a while. But was I?

I worked around the patch "log cabin" style (which is like building a basket). I guess, because, for me, poof is a place. Maybe it's an in between place where I need not explain.

Anyway, a larger cloth. I had the 5" puzzle pieces prepared to be a frame of mind. And built the 3" poof to fit in the middle of a blank 9. A safe no place. 

Comfort Zone. Sanity Series #?, I lost count.

It's hard to read. It was difficult to make the word appear. Like a new language. 

January is passing.  I hope to get a new Feel Free Newsletter out by February. Many things have changed. I heard the coyotes here last night, wow.

Just Do Something

Just sitting idle, focusing how hard it is to get started is a sure fire way not to get started. Yesterday I sat around tangled up in that. I went back to nine, which , because I have come back to it so many times, has become a circle. Imagine that. I use Nine to find a way.  I begin with a square. Probably we all have something we love. Start there. Love is a seed.

This morning I sketched this. I thought I can stitch this. One square in the middle that can be lifted up like a page. Actually I could put a few layers, like a little book in the middle. Actually this could work with paper too. Actually, that might be a great class. Cloth to Paper. I can get so easily ahead of myself by Thought Catching. That used to confuse me but not anymore. It just leaves me floating in a sea of possibility, and a sea can be like a liquid basket. Evolutionary. I miss the sea honestly. But floating helps.