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Hunker Down and Regenerate

Wind.

The Wind robe. Also from the Contemporary Boro class. Started out as Summer Breeze. This one made using the bird robe as a guide.  I have it hanging on the porch today. It's freezing again. Snow expected!

I made the photo into a kind of sketch using an photo editing app. I've been doing that lately. Because I am looking back and the look of it makes it seem more like a fairytale or something.  My Story.

It started like this...using an old sheet. 

And I was saying something like this:

So I am beginning a new garment from scratch.  Since I have made a few before, I can simple use those as patterns, and actually jumping off points,  Experience always provides you a new place to start.  And then to mend from, since you might remember the story of the projects that went before. what you liked, what you dreamed of changing. What you needed then, what you need now.

 

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I would like to revisit this lesson in detail. Put the old audios (needing some reformatting) here and focus a bit more on the process that followed. I have more to say now that time has passed. (it feels so good to bring all of this "HOME") In this instance the fabric base becomes invisible, and mostly acts as a foundation to patch and stitch on. Which means you can use cloth you don't like much to start. Then cover it with tiny bits of something else.  I will continue with this tomorrow. 

Maybe we can just consider for a while before deciding on a method. 

This one is light, meant to be more of a whisper. To be worn in summer. But I also use it as an under layer. Under the bird robe in winter. 

There is a category for A robe called Wind. I started it when Mom fell ill. 

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A Studio Day

A warm one. Before another polar vortex. I put my winter bitch in the closet.

I will build one small fire, warm up the stove. Since the sun is out, that's enough for the day.

On a lighter note, this will be a Stoodio Day.

The lightness took over yesterday. When I patched Joy back to my center.

Stitching, anticipating February, weathering a storm before it happens, stitching, sewing snow, S(new)ing...? Snewing. Probably with out the context, we might read it Snoowing.  Oh ha.

The patches are half dipped indigo, two stitched together seemed to be a snowscape. The cloth is doublewoven, from an old baby blanket, so I did not add my normal extra layer.  Maybe you remember this Cloth Story. More of those to come. Materials are like good friends, every day you learn a little more about them.

Late August Patchwork

Acorns have been falling.

Mostly encouraged by squirrels.

I've been thinking about my folks. It always comes in between seasons. The two acorns reminded me of them. Together. Through whatever was.

Yes it's been a bit cooler. But this week will be hotter still. And humid. I always remember the late heat that often coincided with going back to school. The hot un-airconditioned classrooms. The difficulty concentrating. How Dad would be home waiting to whisk us off to the beach for a late swim. Like a little bit extra summer vacation.

 

I stitched a moon cabin. Because I am preparing for my Patchwork in Perspective. I'm looking back fondly at  my patched past. Gathering. Documenting. Reconsidering its use to give it wholeness. There's a bit of Mom's wedding dress in there. The silk velvet. Dyed blue like the old sky. She gave it to me and said make something out of it, make it useful. I could have altered it and made it into a dress. But I don't much wear dresses. I like it better like this. Holding the late August moon. For all of us. Part of the bigger basket.

 

The Originals

ThreadCrumbs.

Just sorting through the nest. Looking for a rainbow.

And celebrating the paper egg carton.

No more styrofoam please. Please. I need me some chickens.