My favorite part is the hardest for me these days. Older with thumb joint issues. Slower than ever. But then, it is the forever part that holds me in the safest place.
The basic quilting style I began with. Just going, along the seams. Simple. With squares, reinforcing the grid. I am back there, in simpler times. Hoping to finish another blanket before winter.
The quilting will be done using what is left in the thread nest from a year of working. No worry about color. Just thread to hold it together. Mostly I use 2 strands of floss. No hoop. I will quilt what is here and then make the whole thing bigger by adding around the edge. A cloth can always become bigger. Even if it is already bound. I am not sure I have ever composed that thought as I have this morning.
A baby quilt might just be the gift of beginning, it could grow with you. Imagine it as a nest of days, adding a ring each year as needed, so it remained big enough to hold you.
Out flat , on the round glass table for stitching down. Tabled I usually say. Almost all stitched down actually. Not perfect but that's the idea. Just stitched down. Holding. Actually, not a bad TableCloth.
Another circle of green, then OK, a Pool of Green.
A Pool of Green for no reason.
So. Just because. Just because I had a lot of green silk.
How things really go, let's count the ways today.
The video is cut off at the beginning, I said I'm sorry about the shadow, but actually not really sorry. I just thought I should say that. It dragged on a bit, way too much, and I was a bit out of the ring of vision. But too lazy to edit. The washer was running. The man began asking me questions as he was trying to fix the hinge on my computer, which, we know at this point cannot be fixed. The house is small and it's hard to get away from each other. The sound carries. It was raining and so that was that. A pool of green seemed a way to escape. AND So again, the goal here, has to become not to present a soft edged fairy-tale in slo-mo with a soundtrack as if everything is perfectly aligned (which I, like all other creatives might consider convincing and valuable, some more than others),but to show and tell how it goes. I am not sure we learn that much from the "hollywood" effect anyway. I guess we are entertained and can rest there. But we are more likely to aspire to what cannot be. Or just isn't. Which makes us into followers. Which seems the goal of the century. And all that might come with that.
I am not being negative. Someone asked a question this week. What are you learning about yourself through all this? I think I feel a bit confused about the effects. The changes. Except the part about me that is becoming increasingly impatient with bullshit. Especially my own. I think more deeply and then make a note to myself... getting older makes bullshit less and less useful. Probably because there's not enough time for it.
And then after watching this again, another note to self...another self perhaps. From another perspective...we all have enough of reality anyway so why not seek out the fairy-tale? Who needs to watch this? I could have just said I drew a circle and scrunched some silk into it and now it looks like a pool of green. I like it. And that's enough. Then I might take a picture of myself running through the forest wearing this as a cape. I might enjoy that I suppose and and you too.
Life is hilariously confusing.
The rain stopped and the squirrels dug up all the seedlings in the raised beds on the porch. I'll not worry too much about gardening to eat this year. Whatever grows grows. I doubt the fencing will go up this season. Money will be spent on chimney repair first, which looks like a big job. And there are certainly enough wild greens to eat. I will perhaps concentrate on composting and caring for and pruning what's here. Especially that pear tree. Maybe plant a few small fruit trees. Sow some wildflowers. Buy from and support local food growers.
Just now the resident red fox hopped over the stone wall and ran under the porch and down into the woods below. I see her every morning. She reminds me of Just Going.
Here we are in May but really, it's almost June. Imagine that.
The road in now. Or out, from here. We need to trim the branches on the right, the small pear tree is getting too much shade. We've a mix of Maple, Elm and Oak here. Heavier on the Maple. Haven't spotted any Walnut yet. It's going to rain lightly all day.
I covered the foundation, didn't take long really, and then just light basting. Enough for now. If I didn't want to take it further or didn't have the time...a backing, a little quilting and an edge and poof, a baby would have a blanket. Right? It is very close to UseFull. Gift-able.
Or if Mommy, or Daddy(why not?) were stitchers, they might continue. Right? Probably they would be too busy, but hey. The quilt as a base. It can be that. Became that to me anyway. That is how it started.
Baffled once again, because that pile of green seems unstoppable, are there elves leaving cloth in the still of the night? I am going to make another green quilt base. Try another way. There are so many.
Unplugging now, some quieter time. Outside in the light rain, planting.
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