Spirit Cloth

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.

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.