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 just going, but going with tender loving care.

It's been cold, not that cold but the grey cold that nags on you after a while. I'm tired of it. Tired of keeping fires, tired of spending more time indoors than out. Tired of the news. Dry skin. Laundry. You name it. I'm tired of it. February. Every year. The winter bitch returns.

I've got a lot of the old unfinished ClothWoven pieces on the wall today. Because I love them. Looking. Not stitching cuz my fingers are split and chapped from the cold and hauling wood, and washing dishes and such. This one is an old wishing star.  It's the first time I have looked at it as a basket, the wishing star. Basket self in new form. The center was like heart but now I think it is more like wishing self.

Wishing is softer than bitching and it is Valentines Day so I'll be nice.

 

Needle Chanting Marching.

Rose

Just a quick stitched note to self.

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. Continued from yesterday.

I don't feel like typing so let me talk. You might click on the picture to see closer while I am talking.

 

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The pink mending is split back stitch, with one strand I call it splitting hairs. Changing orientation is a good exercise in looking and balance. Dad taught me that. Changing the alignment of components encourages a different chain of thoughts. Story.