Spirit Cloth

The Softening of Winter

Dried Zinnia. Faded. Still from seeds from Mom's Garden. I like perennials, the ones that come up by themselves. Over and over. But there is something special about being part of the planting, and gathering and planting again process. Not... Read more →

Needle Chanting Marching. Read more →

Rose

Just a quick stitched note to self. Read more →

Resting on Monday

Monday in April is a relaxing day. Everyone around here in this neighborhood goes back to work or school and it is quiet. Deserted. There is laundry that will wait for Tuesday. Dirty sock for Soul-O. Even cloth has relaxed.... Read more →

Reconsidering Tender

I was up early with inspiration this morning. Reconsidering pink for the first time in a long time. My basket is filled with pink today. Like the birth of warmth, I will use it to melt some personal snow. The... Read more →

Old Cloth and Old sky

Winter sky casts a pink glow on old cloth rolled, resting and not bragging. Read more →

The way we were

This heart is a window. ... Read more →

nine hearts on a snowy sunday

A simple arrangement. In pinkish brown. Part of an old whisper. One heart, two hearts, three hearts Four. Five hearts, six hearts, Seven. And two more. A little holiday cloth. And just trying to redefine the valentine/heart once again. I... Read more →

a patch of rose colored sky

mom and i just sat around talking today. there are things to be talked about. i added a patch of rose silk to this fragment because it was in my pocket. luckily i also had some rose colored thread to... Read more →

rosiness

moving along, getting my flow back by going. a feather and a ring of vision framed in very old cotton stained in various shades of rosiness. a few one inch squares always calms me down and gets me going. and... Read more →