Heart. I had been considering a series for Valentine's Day, My love Isn't Perfect. But not too much new work is happening at the moment. Deep winter is more work than anticipated.
Now thinking My Love Is Old. No holiday association. I'm gathering thoughts on how to continue here. So that my heart remains in it. These last days, I have simply been practicing how to be here. Posting to figure out what might work. I think I need another week. Thank you for your patience. Content is coming, because that is the point. This place lay quiet for so many months, I literally forgot what was here. Much of it still invisible and unpublished. And now stuff I will bring from the old blog is being added. Because I will. Move. Bring what I love. Continue.
It's all good for the circulation, change, reconsidering.
Just Going. Keeps the old heart beating.
I added a resource page to the menu. It is incomplete but I'm working on it.
Old project, “Mending Hearts,” 🙂 I need to get back to that…. Maybe I just wasn’t ready before? A heart for the robe is a good place to start.
Hello Jude, I found your blog a month ago and I´m excited with it. Your work is enchanting. I´m glad you are here. Because of the time difference (we have + 6 hours here) I can see in the afternoon or evening that you have a new post, but I let it for next morning, because it´s wonderful to look forward to read it 🙂
Wherever I hang my heart is home. Having read this now your heart is in my home. I will be gentle with it.
“whisker” … so I looked and looked for a kitchen tool, wondering all the while why you would keep one on a dresser … oy
Your photo of the dresser top collection looked like some kind of old Victorian/steampunk machine at first glance, like a time machine. Which I suppose a collection of anything is. Sometimes I feel like a time machine, too.
you have just reminded me of an old drawing from art school time, and now I want to find it.
Happy soon to be birthday, fellow aquarian. Love shown as a heart has always been part of my life. Thank you for sharing your vintage piece.
happy birthday too!
Sometimes, I think, coming to this place, is the best part of my day. It softens the edges, warms my heart. I LOVE the idea of hearts on sleeves…( My mother always used to tell me to “not wear your heart on your sleeve”)….well, Dammit! I’m going to stitch TONS of hearts on the sleeves of my robe! Ha.
maybe it will be how we know each other
I’m looking forward to the description of your Old Heart technique. Thanks for hanging in there with us.
I guess it is just what I do
my heart leapt when i spotted your spinning wheel. what if u wove a heart? this new format feels cozy, almost book-like. after i read your words several times ‘n ponder them, i click on the pics with equal wonder. thank u for creating this magical portal. x
I have but I will again
Today I am 68 and feel lots of hearts. Sharing it with my husnand, 94 year old mum, son and grandchildren. What more can a gal need? I think I’ll add hearts to my emerging cat quilt. I brought along a strip of red. Will be giving up 3 days work soon…only because i want to focus on other things more…like family and stitching. I’m looking forward to your blog content returning…I already miss your jumbled menu on the left hand side. It’s like a reference book for my stitching. Keep plugging away and save as much as you can for us followers and listeners.
I ‘ll jumble it up soon enough!
the first Cloth i bought from you was a Heart…with the stitched words: Another dimension lives ….with magic thread.
it’s been a long time
I love your ramblings and thoughts, someone said “going down a bunny trail”. Isn’t is wonderful to be able to muse and look at our lives and what our dreams are at this stage. I have decided that in my 70’s that I have reached “the time of the crone”. Such a peaceful place. I am inspired by your work, your heart and your comments. You make me breathe deep, thank you. So glad I found you. Blessings, Nedra
let’s do the crone dance.
Your old heart had me rummaging through a pile of cloth looking for some old worn scraps. Got distracted by something else (?) but I do want to make a lovely heart (or two) like that to wear on my sleeves.
yes, they so belong there
I adore those earthen colors, Jude. I think for a lot of us, we grow closer to the earth as we age…
yes and the colors that bring me peace have changed so
Hi! Jude! One of the joys of my current life is puttering around and looking and thinking that something could be done and then knowing that if I go off on a bunny trail what I left behind is still there to be done another day. On my bedroom door I have hung a piece you did many years ago and it includes five glorious, wondrous red hearts. I am still totally enchanted every time I take the time to really see it . . . . Thank you for these moments of contented peace . . . .
Paula!!! Nice to find you here, o keeper of the hearts
keeper of the hearts . . . a blessing I will hold on to . . . thank you . . .
such a beautiful old heart!
such a privilege , to age
I love to see tiny bits of Soulo – it is comforting.
i love his white parts
Slowly moving along with you as you share the story of process, change, just being is exactly what I enjoy from you, my friend. Seventy was just the beginning of some incredible shifts in perspective for me…sailing on through seventy seven is a good place for my journey…rough, challenging, learning year has brought much delight and the changes are comfortable.
I am glad to be still going
Good enough here. We are snowed in for the first time in quite a few years. It would take a lot of effort in the cold and snow to get out. Deer are eating tree twigs and birds are flocking to the feeders. Have been thinking of adding a heart to the sleeve of my robe.
I think we should all do that
I love your treasures and the fact that some treasures were left behind by the previous occupants. Everything takes time, patience and ‘heart’. Sometimes it takes longer than we expect but it’s all good and you’re on a journey, not a sprint and I’m sure we all can understand that everything does take time.
interesting the things we carry with us… and then not.
It’s lovely to hear from you – thank you for sharing your thoughts. In this strange disjointed time, all contact is particularly welcomed. ❤️
Isnt it nice to have Soul-o and Venus always near when we work?
softens the edge
Stay safe and warm, say I , almost 73, my friend!
Thank you for your thoughts and process. Slow and steady is just fine.
somehow we always have that
My old man cat started being close to me in the last 3-4 years of his life. I missed the warrior years, but knew he needed me more. They are the best friends we can have.
as a rescue, I never thought he would become so close.
I keep this tiny message sitting on my desk: “Goodness is constantly coming my way, so I can relax and enjoy life.” It makes me drop my shoulders and relax my stomach. Little touch of Soul-o is adorable.
life, it’s better than not
I want to be steady and ongoing and always looking. Always looking and learning.
Take your time, no pressure. I enjoy reading whatever you have to say while drinking my fill of inspiration. Thanks Jude.