There is fog here. After a lot of rain. And now a bit of winter moving in. It is grey and dark. And the man is still sleeping. It looks dull but you can feel the season vibrating beneath the surface.
I am sorting through this old basket of scrap. It's big, this basket, and stuff gets tossed in when I need to tidy up. It is a cloth/thread nest. Bugs get in and so does dampness and dust. It's a musty mess from the beginning of cloth making time. I sneezed when I opened it.
Some larger pieces, but mostly it is tiny stuff. A basket of small to tiny scraps of thread and fabric. And probably a lot of memories.
I recall.
This old picture. From the beginning.
I envision the perfect home. Just piles of scrap. Here, There, Everywhere. Places to rest. Nothing more. No plans. Cloth and Thread nests.
Peace.
I am about to go back, starting with SpiritCloth 101. Reconsidering what was said and what I might now have to say. This will generate a set of new pages here that I can use to remove old classes from Typepad and bring them here to WordPress. In new form. A lot of this will just happen in the background. Sometimes it might seem I am not here. But I am.
Until janstevenson mentioned it, I didn’t realize there were captions and didn’t even see you nested in the scraps in that 4th photo.
I blend in. Being an old scrap myself. I meant to mention the picture notes…
“Sometimes it might seem I am not here. But I am.” This made me laugh out loud. Rang a bell here.
ding!
fiberscrap is a word, a thing, and a verb. I use it and
do it, making something to be worn, beginning again.
or just continuing
oooh… just read the bit about your mom giving you this basket. a womb of new beginnings. tiny snippets of a story, many stories, waiting to be joined together. reconsiderings. o happy day! x
it’s a patchwork, in perspective
I like the idea of nests. Maybe a big clear bean bag chair, ha ha
Actually the pile is quite comfortable…
Bunny fur might also get in our scraps this weekend 🐰
😁
Good one, Dale!
I have a scrap and thread bits nest too just didn’t know anyone else did! I know that if Jude has one, then it’s okay! Jude you are such an inspiration in so many ways. I’m so thankful to have access to the information you so kindly share.
Time to reconsider those little bits then…
As a beginner in a seniors body grateful of your return to spirit cloth to take a look…with weariness, meds, age on my plate…grateful for your eyes, experience re-looking…
Beautiful…the holding of the grays…the gleanings of your fields…the generosity of sharing these seeds…and fruits…
I think beginning are the most beautiful of times.
nice to see captions again. . .this year I feel like even those scraps that have been hanging around for a long time might be refreshed or reinvigorated somehow. you’re still creating chick. wet snow here and some shade of foggy-white sky. I’m too lazy to try to name it. but gray- – -oh blue heron kind of color.
Yeah just figured out the text for pic thing. I missed that layer. All in good time.
I am grateful you are here. And thank you for all your work preserving old classes. It must be tedious. I want to dye with acorns this year – supposed to give nice grays!
Still have jars of acorns. I am focused on grey right now… so hey ho!
And I thought I am unbeatable regarding scraps – but you won😁
Ha!!!
Actually, I might have you both beat. I have an old chest (48″ x 18″ x 24″) packed so full of scraps that I need to weight the lid to keep it closed, plus a couple of good sized drawers full. Not sure I’d say I won, though. It’s part of the reason I’m here–to figure out a way to make sense of putting them together in a cloth (probably several cloths).
Well let’s do it… I’m doing some scrap storming…
love the way mist and fog fill the world with mystery and dreams
And also somehow enhances focus.
I gave up worrying about moths. What they do can be mended. And I never think dull…subtle and sleeping and full of promise.
That’s why grey is becoming one of my favorite colors!
It’s a relief to read this and consider not worrying about moths!
I like this. the nest of scrap, plus the uninvited guests. we’re all in it together.
…and birds used to pick up bits of dried pulp at my old place. I’d find them in nests. that and my mare’s hair. mine, too. fiber to humus. stardust.
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