Spirit Cloth

March tease

Almost 70. Yesterday. Ha, like me!

Rain, sun, wind, fog. No snow. That's coming next along with cold.

The Japanese Andromeda bloomed. Must have been overnight. Reminding me that life goes on even when it doesn't. New York, they say, now has 40% of all cases in the country. The car won't start, even after replacing the battery. The small repair shop within walking distance, a loooong walk, is thankfully still open. We'll see. 

I saw my first groundhog this morning. He comes to eat the kitchen scraps I dump in the compost. I haven't rigged up anything official yet in terms of a bin. 

I have nothing to show you today, and I have not done a video test yet, but pop over to Shibori Girl Studios. Glennis has set up a page for Moon Making Videos, some how to for all you indigo lovers. I know a lot of you have asked about the process and I don't really teach that... And if you are learning something and enjoying her gift, please consider dropping a few coins in her basket, there is a donation link in her sidebar. Things are tough, more so for some than others, especially those who rely on small business that has all but dried up in this crisis. Every little bit helps. And when things get tough, the tough seem to keep going and giving. I learned my indigo skills from Glennis and I am for ever grateful for her generous spirit.

And say hi for me.

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So Ragmates, the audio seems to work as is, and video is just a matter of getting my ass in gear. I will begin soon. With no plan, no agenda, just going. Here, where the group is more likely to be smaller, more intimate. Safe. More like simpler times. I will ratchet down a few details over the weekend because all I know now is:

Patchwork in Perspective part 3

Large Cloth and whatever else gets us through

Thank you as always , for your kind support and company.

 

 

 

 

It's Not

Not life as usual, although I can pretend.

Life is flashing before my eyes.

I am not focused on anything in particular.

I probably posted this pic before. It's Dad and me. It hangs over my table now. I think of Dad in Spring. Yes, his birthday is around now but it is the season, the garden, the simple love of life that bring him here to me. How he was right about so many simple things. I remember him saying, "Everything is just growing". I remember him as a blanket.

So many bits and pieces tacked up around here with no particular reason except to look. The Hopeful Beast caught my eye.  Maybe I need to stitch a few in between endless worrisome chores.

Cloth still hanging around, everywhere, having lost my energy with the Gallery/Shop project. Just seems petty at the moment. I am distracted. Time seems unnaturally short.

This one, a patchwork fragment from a pillow I made for Mom years ago. She wore it out.  I think it's ready to be reborn. I've done some dyeing over it. I keep touching it as I walk by. 

I love light switches. That thing that makes it dark or light. They are simple magic. Reminders of on and off.

I will do a simple preliminary audio test here tomorrow. To see if I might just be here and not on Wordpress. Simple and slow is on my mind. There's  nothing to do really, for you, if you want to follow my final workshop here. Just subscribe to the blog through email.  And remember you must go back to your email to find the confirmation email and confirm your subscription to activate it. You can donate or not anytime, it is not an issue. I will make a broader announcement over the weekend, to make it official, so far I have only talked about it here. 

The car battery is dead so today it's that, but the good news is the taxes are done and out of the way.

It's March!

day 13

Feel it. Smell it. Spring. I'm charged. 

This morning the window sill glowed.  And then, I changed my mind. I want need this window to go all the way to the floor. It's in my head now. It's a must. I'm changing furniture around again. That's a good sign.

And yesterday, while splitting old logs, we met our first Eastern Eyed Click Beetle.  At first I thought it was a snake or something... I put a link here 'if you be curious', those are false eyes.   I think I need some of those. You can never have too many eyes.

It's great to be outside more. Everything is vibrating. Outward.

I hung 3 more cloths in The Room with the Big Round Table. I basted them before hanging to get the pins out.  Just a bit of reconnect. I actually reconsidered the 3rd one based on the two above. I did some photo play. Below. ↓ One over the other.  I became engaged with the thought that it doesn't matter which came first, only that they have connected.  So the bottom piece has some transparency play now. But I will talk about each piece in detail when I am done hanging.

Now that I look closer, each wall in this house is a different shade of yellow. Depending on the time of day they all look different again. Color is so much about light.

There are tiny birds nesting in the porch roof.

As always, with a change of season, I feel reborn.

Just June Mist

Wet, but suddenly cool.

Not a stitch to show. But I've been thinking. Even when you are exhausted...there are thoughts.

I've got poison ivy on both forearms.  FuzzFace here must have been wandering.

Into April

On days like these

it is hard to think about leaving here.

Remembering what it is.

 

Sunshine on my shoulders...

makes me happy.  Dad loved that song, I loved him. We both agreed on sunshine. His birthday would have been any day now.

His mother, grandma May, crocheted the hanger cover.

I'll stitch the sun patch to the shoulder of the Bird Robe. And maybe another on the other side.  And speaking of birds, the geese came back.

Note: Some Free Classes will be password protected for a week while I finalize the Feel Free site. The move should be complete by April 1. I apologize for the inconvenience.

Simple Things

A Cool May Day.

Natural order.

Just Growing.

I'll let it grow for a while. I hate to mow but the mosquitoes hide in there. It's still so cool. For now it's OK.

Cloth Woven Nine. Ragged but still order. In my mind  I am already pulling out some of those stray threads. And I will clean it up as I go. Just enough until I know it will hold the fray. At one point fray becomes quite stable. A way of life even.

I can't stop making these. It's like I'm practicing for something.

Switcheroo

 

So really, it WAS the first day of Spring.

Snow melted, birds sang, and everyone came out to go walking.

It smells different.

And I made a little Equinox cloth.

Light coming through...

And then on the table.

I'm still working on it. I like that it seems balanced, gives the sense of that. Centered. Symmetrical. But it's not. But it is.

A Little Green

 

Winter lingers too long.

More snow tomorrow.

Patience wears thin. It must be propagated.

Oh!

A surprise. One of the dried Blackberry Lily seeds must have fallen into the Avocado pot...

And growing from the scrap pile, patchwork 3s. A little green, because I need it.  And because after all, I am a little bit Irish.

I've said it before, I have never had a favorite color. They are all beautiful. To expand vision you need a full spectrum.

These, the beginnings of some spring strays. The two on the bottom right could be sisters. Cut from the same cloth. But different.

Green Eyes close by.

I feel older. Not in any negative physical way. But wiser maybe. Like I've crossed a line.  I feel myself drifting away from certain things. Further away from aspiration, judgment and closer to peace and patience. I'm not sure what that means. Maybe just a sense of something. I do notice that I turn the computer off a lot. That I get less done. Hardly notice. Less seems like enough. There I go, rocking inward again. It's been a while.

 

When Spring Comes Early

Awakenings.

No doubt about it.

 

I stitched this yesterday.

This time I took the foundation approach.  But I cobbled it more or less. Invisibly basting as I went alog. Ha! Along. Sometimes folding the edge under. (A seam is just a fold after all. Consider it as simple as that.) Sometimes not.  I used a VERY thin foundation. (an old cotton lawn blouse fragment, worn thinner...) So I would not compromise the feel of it.  What I never liked about foundation piecing was that. The feel of it.  So a Sun Cabin... collage. Easy going patchwork. A design mended into being.

Today a flag for an early spring. The sense of home, warmth,  in that.

Thank for all your comments on my last post. I am still working on the Travelling (I really like the double L version) Companions list. I suppose it will be ever changing. Like the ways things go.

Later... there is no way I will be staying inside today.