The internet is slow today, so I will try working bit by bit on a post about bindings (for the robe openings) Tomorrow.
2006. I found this photo again, that I posted on Flickr, when I announced the creation of this blog. Me. "I will call my blog SpiritCloth." How I appeared, wrapped in woven and patched wool, now somehow imagining that I may disappear in the same manner. I do believe the Wool Robe will be some special kind of Big Cloth project. For the winter of 2020.
For now, I will wrap up the general robe lessons with some binding ideas. And continue to work on and talk about the bird robe and the wind robe now and then through summer. With the arrival of May I will get back to considering quilt/blanket ideas. Maybe one robe post and one blanket post per week. With some life and thought catching in between. It will all run together anyway. As we try to stay sane.
This old painting says it, pretty much. With maybe the addition of a big laugh in between. The state of the world isn't helping.
I do have this lovely photo of the sea, by my son, I will hang it today. We talked about it. How much I miss her, Old Sea. Maybe we can't won't stay here. The thing is, if we do, if we need to, it is colder in winter. Winter is longer.
I looked at Mom's lamp, Hi Mom, and the old weaving of earth beast on the wall, and I thought gee, probably because we are in robe mode and one thing leads to another, why not consider a wool robe ?, one that might give me an opportunity to use all the stray wool and woolen weavings around here. And the sun is out! OK, mood swing!
Holes might be a symbol. Might serve as way to express space. And time.
I collected holes over the years. Holes in cloth. And paper. I like to think about it now, like I have been saving space and time. Collecting nothing. Or at least less.
As I recalled, I did work a bit with holes in the first run of SunMoonStars. Yes I did...as I looked back this morning. Let me bring that back tomorrow. This cloth is probably familiar if you've been coming here. Here , one time from way back, 2008. Among others.
Meanwhile, today. I simply just did this.
I pinned that little nine base onto a larger cloth. An old linen, dyed blue. Indigo(my first ever vat). From a while back. Just that. A little place(time)keeping in space. And I thought...
Time is space, on some personal level, space to just go. Freedom to roam and ramble. Continue.
My mind was roaming last night. I wondered if that worn out vat was dreaming too. Still a little more to give? It was chilly, the warmth of the wood stove, where it was sitting close, yes, the warmth.
And the chill. Said wool. And I did. I dyed wool bits. Old felted wool bits. Nine of course. Over some pom and walnut from last year.
There are a few more component ideas in here. Especially the Ring. Let's wait. I'm gathering too many things at once.
The man likes to read at night. He's got this tiny LED clip on.
I've been using it for night stitching while he's away. I should get one too.
It's cold. I will sit by the fire today. Chicken likes the window seat. He keeps an eye on things. All night he is on watch. And through the morning until Fred finishes breakfast outside the window.
I wish I could let him in . But I don't think it would work out.
After last night's chill, this morning's 14 degrees feels like a heatwave. I poured balsamic vinegar on my oatmeal this morning instead of the intended maple syrup. There are seasons of the mind as well I thought to myself. Have I reached winter?
