I like perennials, the ones that come up by themselves. Over and over.
But there is something special about being part of the planting, and gathering and planting again process. Not just going, but going with tender loving care.
It's been cold, not that cold but the grey cold that nags on you after a while. I'm tired of it. Tired of keeping fires, tired of spending more time indoors than out. Tired of the news. Dry skin. Laundry. You name it. I'm tired of it. February. Every year. The winter bitch returns.
I've got a lot of the old unfinished ClothWoven pieces on the wall today. Because I love them. Looking. Not stitching cuz my fingers are split and chapped from the cold and hauling wood, and washing dishes and such. This one is an old wishing star. It's the first time I have looked at it as a basket, the wishing star. Basket self in new form. The center was like heart but now I think it is more like wishing self.
Wishing is softer than bitching and it is Valentines Day so I'll be nice.
I used the last of some old roll of magic. Sometimes things run out. Get used up. Sometimes you can make more. Depends on what's on hand and whether your heart's in it.
I still have so much more to share about technique. Sometimes it is hard to stay open. But I'll keep going. In these times of selfish discontent I am happy to have this as what I can do to make america great again the world a kinder place. Share without boundaries.
The cloth weaving method here goes beyond what was presented in Cloth to Cloth. And I have taken it much further without showing. I want to share more here then, opening up part of the advanced cloth weaving methods with this new year. To prepare the way for brand new content.
Cloth Weaving Without a Foundation then... I made the roll of magic weave on a larger loom, but not everyone has one of those, so you might start like this.
Sunday. the 12th of February in the year I turn 66. (Not today, but soon)
It might have been Michelle's comment. On yesterday's post.
Today's nine is the closest thing I could get to violet, rummaging through the prepared squares in the basket, here, by my side.
From left to right...
Old linen from grandmas' table cloth.
A patch of the first muslin I ever used to stitch.
A white flannel from my son's baby pillow.
A square cut from a seamed patchwork leftover.
The center, a pairing with a bit of stitch to honor the seam.
That old linen again.
Flour sack cotton, a leftover from when I made my own dishtowels. They never wore out so I haven't made any more.
A lined linen that reminds me of notebook paper, I designed it when I was working.
A cotton lawn with a print that reminds me of seeds. I think I rescued it form somewhere.
So the center, I like that the center and the piece to the left come together to form a square of color that shifts slightly from the expected grid. That the red x adds warmth to the blue violet, making me imagine a warmer color, the one I need. I like that all the color there is like a blending. And I remembered the rings.
The amethyst from grandma, a February Gal, like me. And her daughter, my Mom, and her star sapphire which she loved so much because it was from Dad. How they seem like the colors here. How in their connection they feel like I feel.