There was a bit of sweaty stitching yesterday. It reached 94 here. This morning 57.
I didn't want to cover the original embroidery so I worked the 2 points with thread. Deb thread. It was a slow challenge, I love this appearing and disappearing. I used what I call the wrap stitch.
There is a lot of old cloth around here, I have ideas.
I watched a squirrel friend fall prey to a fox friend. There wasn't much else I could do. But to witness.
Your lovely threadwork makes the white pop out a bit. Hot here as well and the humidity is sweltering in the south. The circle of life in action. The fox is pretty though.
Wow…such beautiful threads worked into the old white! Like me with the hawk and the songbird…even knowing it is a natural part of the lifecycles…it was very hard to see. sigh.
Its soothing to open your posts and find little lifestories and beautiful handwork.
Feels like an adventcalendar forever……
Thank you!
I love how the triangles seem behind the original stitches. I saw that corner yesterday while I was catching up and appreciated you saving it. I didn’t notice your lines then, but this is so perfect.
Foxes are what my son and I call puppy cats. They are such a mix of both in looks and action. (And I think I read somewhere there is a biological connection somewhere back in their evolution.) And foxes need to eat.
We all need to eat. It used to bother me while watching nature shows that cats are nourished by meat. Then it dawned on me that that’s what dinner grace is for, recognizing that someone and/or something once alive was sacrificed for our nourishment. That makes it somewhat easier to accept, if not to watch.
That was supposed to be “nourished only by meat.”
We tend to romanticize with pets and all but really, nature, the beast cannot be judged by human standards. It was beautiful really, I can say that if I step out of my skin for a moment.
those triangles, like fox ears, how beautful the black outline of yr wild fox’s ears
this fox, been here since I moved, beautiful, like lightning
i love this….(quote;-))
The new stitches are beautiful and celebrate the old cloth, they make each other more. It’s a wild world.
I remember watching the donut mouth and loved its shape. I forgot the outlining part. So glad you have these to reshare, remind and let us re-witness.
I guess story is the result of witnessing
Sometimes I forget that witnessing is doing.
Yes, everything is doing. Even breathing..
The play of the old raised stitch and the new strikes me as a kind of mapmaking.
I’ve buried one dead bunny and one dead chipmunk out front under the hosta and some animal has come and dug them up??? It’s not the dog because he’s not off leash out front.
Yeah there is some nice interaction there.
Foxes dig up corpses I hear.
Love this wrap stitch corner, it truly honors the vintage stitching letting it shine through!
Thanks for the “Deb” link, I have never purchased any of her thread by I think the time is approaching.
It’s like painting, this time I used two strands, from different bobbins. MIxing them is great.
Wow 😯 I thought they hunted at night.
Yeah, they do, but I often see them in the early morning and evening..
i think about hunting with my mouth
Imagine. It was a process, it took a while. I was amazed. All the steps, even checking if any other beast was around to steal the kill.
to collaborate with other makers from the past, as well as the present. honoring their work… once found an intricate vintage cross-stitch in the thrift store that read, “no act of love, however small, is ever wasted”. it was valued at 40 cents. i took it home ‘n designed a wall-hanging of pieced hearts around it. a nice reminder as we wake up each morning.
How wonderful it was to open your blog this morning and discover your work! Gives a great start to my day! Thank for the lovely application of your skills and creation . . . .
Thank you for stopping by…
the stitching worked so well–beautiful! the fox, the squirrel, well, there’s no such thing as free lunch. everybody eats somebody. it’s all a beautiful circle.
Yes, the acceptance filled me, we learn so much by just looking.
Love those points upon the old cloth breathes new life into it with your stitching.
I have taken to stitching out on my patio in the early morning to enjoy the birds at the feeders and while it’s too hot most days here in central Florida my presence does keep the stray cats from the birds while they dine.
Sometimes that happens with the squirrels here, I was just saying there are too many here, and now I feel so bad….
Your approach to this is stunning. Thank you for inspiring me to slow down, look deeply, and experiment. Trying to change my production mentality and savor each stitch……..
Such an aha moment, that both could coexist.
Your stitching is like a hug around the old design, another form of witnessing and acknowledgement.
That was so well said…
Witnessing is holy work … being present. To cloth and stitches, to prey and predator.
I remember reading that before AC, people would hang damp sheets in doorways to cool the breezes that came through. Yesterday here in S.E. Tennessee was the first day it was too hot, too early and I didn’t get out to walk.
witnessing, the real looking.
Such rich colors in your work, Jude! Lovely little Fox. We have the Texas Gray Foxes here…for awhile they loved our Eastern Screeches. Did you know that foxes can climb trees up to 30 feet? Their claws, I believe, are retractable, like a cat’s. Keep an eye on Solo…
climb trees? wow I did not know that.