Probably fairly true to color. The porch wall might not be the best place to photograph. Color seems to change there. But color is not a "thing" anyway, it is a relationship between the eye and the brain and the moment. Anyway, the roof is a deep red, I took many pictures where it seemed dark brown.
I stitched this to an old piece of Japanese cotton. It has a bit of a curve to it that doesn't want to straighten. But hey, I can relate to that. Being an old cloth.
It is framed now. Reminding me of an old sampler. I am inclined to add words. But then not. A frame can be like Naming sometimes. The context it might bring. I like that I have framed the seemingly unfinished. The contrast in that.
I like that this seems like paper. Like a drawing. What if I continue with that idea? A transition from cloth to paper that might still be cloth...for a while.
The world around me is in bloom. I put my older hands up top. And moved most of the top menu items to the sidebar. Just remodeling a bit. Trying to feel at home.
I really like this house, feel at home. 🙂 “Itsy-Bitsy Spider” is going through my head.
Mom used to sing that every time she saw a spider.
The lines weaving in and through this one are great. It seems a different spider greets us each morning in the sink. Should say, greets me, because I’m the only one here who will take it to a new home. The guys just holler for me to come…sigh
I love the lines here.
We both save the spiders.
ah Jude the master weaver is appreciated your work!
As I am aging, I see in my hands my father’s hands, not my mother’s. It is both unnerving and wonderful, a little tug of memory tinged with the wistful sadness and wonder of things and people passed. Thank you for this place to share.
I see more of my mother’s mother in me.
A weaver taking a gander at your stitching. Seems like a friendly hello! I’m glad you are in bloom now.
Spiders spook me a bit but still love them.
this cloth reminds me of a blueprint. framing the unfinished. how appropriate that a “weaver” has found shelter beneath your patchwork house!
Yes, a lind of architectural plan…
She has a web nearby.
I keep thinking it was only a few years ago I started this journey with you .
until I look at my journals . yikes ( :
I started stitching today (becuz the %$#@! PO lost my commissin piece; AAAAARRGH!!) after many days of “playing” in the gardens…it is VERY Windy today; fitting! “Windsday” as Pooh and Piglet would say….
I “need’ to go slap another coat of paint on the arbor….but the needle keeps whispering my name…
I love your hands, your spider, your blossoms, your Home.
Oh the post office is just awful.
AGREED > 🙁
So glad this is a place where we can celebrate and love our age and not fear it
Age seems worth celebrating. The time it takes.
(((Jude))) do you wash & damp stretch your cloths when they are finished? I’m working on a very wriggly piece and wondering when to have a go at cleaning and stretching it…
No I do wash but I have never done the stretching thing. I enjoy the tension…
ah thanks for this, am feeling nervous about washing it as there are so many different weights of cloth and thread on very old linen… thinking maybe using just a very clean damp cloth to freshen it up and then hang it on the clothesline for some light and air
I’m never really into forcing flat or straight. Sometimes I iron to set the wrinkles!
I love the fade of this home, the way it seems to be aging so gracefully, flower and all. I suspect it made just fade away completely, which is lovely and peaceful too. To be or not to be, that is the question!
It is nice to see your hands here. Can you see me waving my much older hands, no rings also back?
She is magnificent. Those arms look so long, capable.
I love her too.
Such a tidy edge for you. I have a young wolf spider that lives at my front door. Sometimes just inside the threshold, sometimes outside. Considering the eventual size of the spider, I’d prefer it if she’d stay on the outside of the door!
I had a lot of them in tge garage bvb ack at the other place. They are huge. And so theatrical.
I loved seeing your old hands. I compared them to mine. Wish I had a pic of my hands back in 2012 when I started Spirit Cloth. Almost 10 years of virtual visiting.
I just visited the Old SpiritCloth Workshop blg which was before 101, wow, what a trip down memory lane.
It’s all lovely!
Simple is working right now.