Spirit Cloth

Smaller

The deer.

Among clotheslines. Closer than before. A group of young ones wandered through. Or maybe they are just smaller here? They are more grey, less brown from the other place I no longer call home. Very hard to see against the oak bark. I think they have been more present, just not noticed because not so much in the clearing near the house. This is right outside the window where I put my drawing/drink tea table that sits closer to the ground. 

The tiny iron tea pot.  And not for drinking tea. I bought it from Crazy Richard in Japan, while considering small cloth. Asked if it could linger there before the move. It just arrived. It's actually my new tiny dyepot, maybe big enough for one walnut. And then, I accidentally left my big old walnut pot behind. I did remember my big copper pot though.  But smaller was,is on my mind. Dyeing one scrap at a time.

Scraps of self grow smaller each year.

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.

Vision

I'm mending this quilt again, so I can wash it and pack it.

I never did finish the eyes on some of the cat blocks.

Again I am reminded that I need new eyes.

And the older less "art" driven cloths are my favorites.

Because they were just blankets.

Joy is a simple thing.