Spirit Cloth

Less...maybe 1/2 is enough

It is time to cut my fabric collection in half.

There is no attic or second floor in this house.   We knocked the ceilings out and there are 2 loft areas accessed by  a ladder on one side and stairs on the other.  One half is where the cloth lives ( I can only stand up in the middle).    Anyway, I have too much. 

I am cutting everything in half.  Right down the middle.  I will give some away. And put some in the shop in some way that makes sense.  I will still probably have more than enough.  Hope not.   We'll see.   The cloth I have is not cloth you can usually buy anywhere.  Mostly samples I designed for  a company I worked for. Some vintage.  Some found and collected from afar.  Some gifted.  Some weathered. Some even handwoven.   A lot  reworked with dye and stitch.  Lots of big pieces but even more tiny ones.  Different.  Hate to part with it, but hate even more to see it go unused.  Unseen even.

I'll be off to Mom's for awhile. Helping my brother with setting up home hospice.  Maybe I will clean house when I get back.

 

It is startling really to realize that you need 1/2 of what you have. Or less.  What are we thinking?

Full then empty

But not really.

Today I am thinking about form.  As a space.  And even when it has been emptied, the memory of how it might be filled  holds its shape.

And that's it.

For now.

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she is becoming green

She is missing parts but mother nature has helped her keep going.  Mended in green.  If you are a regular reader here, you know HER by now.


So much rain.  The garden transformed in my absence.



Sage has gone wild. A whole hill full.


The grapes need a fence.  Today's activity.



Gladiolas are new this year,  from Mom's garden. 

The sudden heat and moisture  caused the butter-crunch lettuce to bolt  too fast.   But there she Was.

I drew the face in so you could see how it seemed to me.

Almost Summer.  My days in the garden here are so few and precious now.  I am going to stay outside all day.

Gardening  is like stitching.

For Acey and a thank you for that seedhead....

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Home again

I am back home again for a few days.  Life is a blur at the moment.  Trying to catch up on email, paperwork, chores etc.  I have settled into stitch  now  on the Magic Feather Cloth I call HOME.   It is time to  to secure everything   and stitch the detail  and let the story play out as it may.   And try to  imagine in it finished enough to give away. There is way more stitch  necessary than I imagined on this one, so time to ramp that up.  As always another layer of thought emerges during this process.   I so enjoy it.  Look at that Eye shaped stone.  This cloth is a comfort cloth.  I can rest in it.  It is even big enough to be wrapped in and still stitch on it. 

Thanks to all the Piece-Makers, I have enough leftover feathers and stones  to make another cloth and I think I will begin dreaming about that too.  

The shop will reopen soon,  and  I am trying to regain calm as I adjust to my new schedule with Mom.  Just Going with a new pace.   

(Read about the magic feather project  by clicking the menu bar tab up top,  the winged thing in the sidebar or the category HOME and Magic Feather Project)

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Just Morning