Spirit Cloth

How it's going...

Probably just pics this coming week. And comments off.

Big Stuff sucking Time.

But I'm working on this one.

I've posted about liquid applique before. Here, again, silk shibori by Glennis. I've many cloth stories to share about silk.

But a new thought caught this morning.

The process could be considered a form of kindness, not cutting a cloth to fit and leaving too tiny a scrap to be used. Keeping the cloth together and useful.

I'm creating a mailing list for Patchwork in Perspective Part 1 and I'll be testing that over the coming weeks. Thank you all for your warm response. I am setting up a PO Box so I can publish a mailing address for those who prefer to pay by check. That information will be in the next Feel Free Newsletter.

Pieces of Days

Just a glorious morning.

Cold with that promise of warmer. Even if it's a long way off.

Here I am, in the same spot. Almost waiting for spring. But there is no need. For it will come Eventually.

I did a bit more quilting on Holding Pattern last night but showing you every stitch will get a bit boring so let's let that ride for a while.  It takes a lot of stitches. This patchwork base was in the shop for a bit but I caught it before it flew away and decided there was more story here for me to tell.  I just added a tiny bit of red silk fringe that appeared caught on the bottom of the scrap basket. Set it free. I've pinned the whole patched fragment to a longer piece of cloth. More space, room for going. What I originally loved here was the imperfection of the dyeing and how the wings seemed to be appearing or disappearing, how the form was in transition.

We feel this will be our last winter here. Change is in the air. And I will call this little long cloth that. Change is in the Air.

Good Morning

Morning through true blue.

It's nice to have examples to study. Looped over a rod in the studio window today.  Looking through helps me understand cloth.

This one from Crazy Richard. All the way from Japan.

I love the two tones of blue and the thinness of the cotton cloth.  And where you can see the the layers overlapping here at the window. In October. After a storm. As the air carries it's seasonal chill. At last.

And oops, it's Halloween. I had a little holiday cloth planned but I didn't get too far. So a beginning, tacked in place with a whisker from a not so all black cat here. For next year maybe. Or maybe it will turn into something else.