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The Shirt I call Nine
So this audio format seems the most reliable. More work but not too much in the scheme of things. It did delay my post a bit later though. I can adjust. Someone asked about podcasting. I could check that out but it probably costs something.
It's raining again.
Later: like this morning, Friday, Ha, Grace!
...but there is still some left.
Sky Light. I almost got used to Just this kind of light.
A tornado nearby, heard it but we only lost 3 trees in the forest. Poles and wires snapped all around us.
The power is back now, but not me really.
There was a lot of rain. The deer are circling but not eating. The garden is regenerating.
There wasn't much to do except stitch. Glad I don't need a sewing machine. No power means no water when you have a well. I will spare you the toilet details. We will need a back-up generator here.
Lots of mail in my inbox, sorry I could not answer, so thank you in advance, I will probably leave it at that. Typing on my phone, well, nope. Not today.
So there was quilting, no plan, just quilting. I keep pinning things over the center of this one. It works well for small cloth viewing. My computer was damaged in the power surge when it came back on, meant to unplug it. I am posting with my phone which is not fun at all. I started this morning. Typepad's mobile app is not fun, nope. But I will NOT buy another computer. Done with that. Done with so many things. I should make a list. A list is like long cloth, a story and a path to another.
Posting on Instagram this week, easier than this for now.
Some roof repair to attend to.
I am not in a great mood today, but anyway, Hey.
The freeze is gone, I'd say.
May's Womb. Still a chill at night, but I trust we have crossed the line, here in The Valley. The unexpected snow has cleared the air.
The rain has quenched a thirst.
Stitching without saying much, Needle Chanting, has quenched another.
I have weathered the storm.
The beginnings were simple here. Already present from way back. Looked at for a long time. Years.
A ragged nine cobbled from dyed cloth made during Whispering Color. And then creating the circle field to stitch within , like I do. A field of stitch can hold a lot of stray bits together. Create One-ness. When I use thread beads I call it the Snow Globe effect. Here, a stacked running stitch. Kantha. Maybe the Grow or Flow Globe effect. Imagine this bigger. Oh my. I have done it slightly larger but what about huge? When I began a few days ago, I said it will take forever. It didn't. I stitched through snow, sun, rain, hail and a lot of wind. And now there are flowers. Imagine stitching through all four seasons. Oh. Ideas. Four Globes, one for each season. Four quilts maybe? Ha! I'm back!
This one though, will remain smaller. And only seem bigger. It was a big help to me in the last days.
Being imperfect, a little egg shaped, I suddenly thought womb. And those tie like corners that make it seem so apron like. I think then it is part of the woman series. Womb Woman. Womb Woman's Apron. Need to work on the ties a bit. I can hang it from those. It turned into a little holiday cloth then. A Mother's Cloth.
There is a lot of Deb's thread here.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
