Spirit Cloth

Selling, Sharing and Common Sense

It's been a while since I focused on selling my stitched work. It is everywhere here.

Because I like that really, being surrounded by the history of process. 

It's time to let some stuff go.  I sell/offer the work that is closest to me in order to share something deeper about self and process, maybe just the time it took. And I sell stuff when I need to. When I need money, when I need to clear my head. And clear some space. Right now there is a little bit of all of that going on. I will be closing the Spirit Cloth shop. I left that place for larger works but I doubt I will ever let them go. Or finish them even. Supplies and Small Stitched Works will be available in the ThreadCrumbs Shop.  I think I will skip a lot of the official announcing of shop updates. Perhaps just a whenever dribble might work at this point. Just stop by if you are curious. I do an occasional shout out on Instagram and Facebook.  But not here really.  Let this just be about the going. 

Selling can be confusing. Especially pricing. I have often been "accused" of selling myself short.  It is important for you to know that this selling thing is more about sharing than what I might deserve.  Sharing is what I do. The best I can. Because I can. I put a lot out there. I feel good about it, even though some days I find myself disappointed in how others behave in the context of my sense of community... Sharing openly takes trust. I do not ask for much. And I don't like much that I need to put this here again, but after some shitty stuff this week, here it is:

Some days I can't keep my cool. I get knocked off balance. I think perhaps, well I would like to believe, that most hurtful stuff happens in some innocent way. Still, misunderstanding can never be prevented/resolved without dialog (we might say that about everything). I just recorded a rant to relieve some stress, but then I remembered a calmer time during PatchWork in Perspective-part 1 when I was Thought Catching and addressed a question about the copying issue with more composure. And I listened and I said what I still might say.

 

 

Here is a video link if you see no player above. Videos from this series are not public but I opened this one because it seemed to fit to the day. Of course some of you were right there. 

And here we are...

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and 9

I was awake at 2 AM anyway.

Suddenly, upload speed.

Protection

I was going to talk today but I feel quiet. Thinking about holding and being held. The idea of amulet and talisman and the history of fear and power. How much of life is shaped by our sense of them. How much imagination plays a part in that sense.

I need a few quiet days.

Adding Space.

Space. Funny how, for me, the concept, or even the word Space, conjures something big. Or at least bigger than what was previously considered. Even though space could be small.

These new squares are larger. 3 x the size of the basic small unit.  3 x 1.75" = 5.25". A ring of these will bring the cloth closer to 5 feet square quickly. (these muslin squares have been cut down slightly from 6" squares once set aside for another quilt long ago. Leftovers rescued.)

I'm not planning, just generally going. And then looking at where I have gone. With no regrets. I like the floor. At least the cloth is at rest horizontally.

Although the grid has begun to shift, I have not yet changed the math. Still using the little squares I had prepared. For filling in the corners of the square ring making.

When I began I was obsessed with keeping my place, X marking the spots I had been.  I gave it up.  Now the corners simply mark my change of direction in new found space.  So I might remind myself of the hug of the rings. Trust it's form.

Snow and then some

We did get snow.

Expecting more today.

He is watching me fill the feeders.

I'm off to the market and then I will stack wood on the porch.

I've not been feeling well. I'm doing an apple cider vinegar fast since last night. Sometimes not eating is good. Give it a rest.  A New Year's purge. Trusting in past experience.