Spirit Cloth

And here we are...

...

and 9

I was awake at 2 AM anyway.

Suddenly, upload speed.

Still at It

An old cloth called (Nine for)Freedom, found in the pile of The Unfinished.

This morning I added the blue ripple. A ripple is softer, more gentle than a wave. In a way, it holds change in balance.

Karma as a Loose Patch

Note to self: The Puzzle is Liquid.

The solutions are infinite.

There is no puzzle, only pieces.

Of the whole.

The question is, can you see what I see?

No zoom in here, it is easier to catch by standing back, in perspective.

Karma

And so, I hold on to sanity,

At it's core, in cloth, the 1" square. I start here each day.

And then 9. A way to frame it. Today it is a kind of natural darkness. Arranged to seem woven, almost as a square basket.

I will continue. Make a nine patch. Nine-dujour I call them. If you haven't got the mind for large cloth, try making a nine patch a day. React to the day. Before it's over. Catch it so you might share it. Or remember it. That is story. Sew them all together maybe, at one point. 

No, I do not celebrate the  illness of the president. I hope he will simply learn something and that he recovers.  Quite simply because I will not disregard the humanity of others.

I will hold my sanity. 

Agency.

Later..

yup, this is good.

 

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A Seeing Morning

Good Morning.

It's cool. Cool for the first time in a long time.

Evidence of cycle. I feel like this one was left for me.  Right outside the porch door. Yesterday's confusion led me to a small eye sampler started a couple of years ago.  Some eyes still colorless... "complete the full spectrum of vision" I said to myself. 

There are Shells of Summer everywhere. They seem like eyes today. New eyes. Old eyes. A reminder that we need all eyes. To see.

The first stitching was done on a single layer. I think I used a hoop. But I cannot find my hoops, tucked a way somewhere because I don't use them much. So I added another layer. Because it is easier to stitch on more than one layer without a hoop.  These stitches, today's stitches, go all the way through. I thought about through. Eyes that see through.  Different eyes.  Evolution. How many seasons will it take?

Then looking through New Eyes.

What I noticed here is how the running (walking) stitch outline seems like a solid line on this side. Because I can see the stitch where it disappeared as well. Appear and disappear have become one. Now that's a new kind of magic. 

They also look like some new life form.

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.

Morning Softness and Unfolding

 

The "studio" is full of still packed boxes.

Let's unpack then. Talk about stuff. Just like that.

It will help me understand where I am. A ceremony.

Because I cannot sit and stitch. My back feels better but I did a bit of damage to my hip joint, which happens now and then. It's a weak spot, that joint. Some healing has to happen before I can sit for long periods. That includes the computer so I am not out and around visiting on the web much either.

This was the first thing I pulled from a box. Sitting on top, one of the last things I cobbled together in the time before the move. Some small cloth. A nine lives patch. But more importantly what I want to call a story card.  I've been working on card ideas for a while. But I ended up not wanting to print cards. Not wanting more than one of anything. Long ago I was considering one of a kind cards.  Back in the Flickr days. Gosh I've known some of you that long. One by Jude. That was the name I was using. Anyway, now, not just paper but cloth and paper, hybrids I began calling them, but to make  long story short, oh ha!, they're coming.

This is a Cat In A Window. But that is part of the story. Still in the works.

My car broke down yesterday but we actually found a small repair shop within walking distance. (a bit of a hike actually)  Cash, 50 bucks, done, yay! New friends.

 

And this is funny lamp #2.

Funny because I just don't do ceiling lamps. 

I like it mostly for the reflections it makes in the window.

A moon maker.

I wonder if the previous owners noticed that? Probably not, I said to myself. I tend not to give folks enough credit when I sense they are not like me. I will correct that. It's not fair or useful.