Spirit Cloth

Cloth is again like a world

Poof.

Probably 20 years.

I have had this piece of silk. Not new at all when I came across it, tossed in the trash, seems to have been ripped out of some sample book at one point. Not uncommon to find such things while working as a designer in the textile world. Fashion folks are so wasteful.  It's special. Warp printed and jacquard woven with one color in the weft. And now I have cut it. Not sure what it had been intended for but at least I am using it. 

In the same boat, In the same world.  The velvet is indigo dyed over a bit of Mom's Wedding dress. That dress sure gets around. Some gaps to fill here and then some over stitching imagined. Inspired by that jacquard. This one has carried me. Us. From one place to another.

Across moons.

Morning Softness and Unfolding

 

The "studio" is full of still packed boxes.

Let's unpack then. Talk about stuff. Just like that.

It will help me understand where I am. A ceremony.

Because I cannot sit and stitch. My back feels better but I did a bit of damage to my hip joint, which happens now and then. It's a weak spot, that joint. Some healing has to happen before I can sit for long periods. That includes the computer so I am not out and around visiting on the web much either.

This was the first thing I pulled from a box. Sitting on top, one of the last things I cobbled together in the time before the move. Some small cloth. A nine lives patch. But more importantly what I want to call a story card.  I've been working on card ideas for a while. But I ended up not wanting to print cards. Not wanting more than one of anything. Long ago I was considering one of a kind cards.  Back in the Flickr days. Gosh I've known some of you that long. One by Jude. That was the name I was using. Anyway, now, not just paper but cloth and paper, hybrids I began calling them, but to make  long story short, oh ha!, they're coming.

This is a Cat In A Window. But that is part of the story. Still in the works.

My car broke down yesterday but we actually found a small repair shop within walking distance. (a bit of a hike actually)  Cash, 50 bucks, done, yay! New friends.

 

And this is funny lamp #2.

Funny because I just don't do ceiling lamps. 

I like it mostly for the reflections it makes in the window.

A moon maker.

I wonder if the previous owners noticed that? Probably not, I said to myself. I tend not to give folks enough credit when I sense they are not like me. I will correct that. It's not fair or useful.

January Going

A colder morn.

Big Wind. I came to the computer and Typepad was not working. Coffee.

Cloth work is rolled up here. Hibernating.

Somehow, this one, In the Same Boat, is not. And now it's on the wall over the studio table.

Just touching it stirred me.

There are 3 tables, one was cut down a while back and was used as a dye table. I thought, maybe the porch. The man is outside, in his pajamas, putting the legs back on.

The porch studio. The reflection of light through the porch door. The table seems to have a heartbeat. Winter. Months to wait.