Spirit Cloth

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.

Come sit a while...

A whisper. Just This.

This, this softening of the stone. Stone walls. Trees fallen and standing. Beds of leaves. This place.

First stitches here, I actually found a small piece of green velvet on top of the first box of scrap that I unpacked this morning when I said to myself, Moss. I need Moss. Just nine from some small squares left over from Small Cloth class. Ready.  Nine for softness in winter. Nine for a place to rest. The velvet was too small.  I worked on it, backing the center with a bit of thin silk, so it might still hold together. 

Holding things together is no small thing.

Note to self...Keep your needles threaded.

This Morning

Like a river,

A blue prayer rising.

A way to use that word.

A new wave theory maybe. Grounded by my safety net.

Thoughts of nowhere being everywhere.

I am here and not here.