On this summer's day.
This, the wedding quilt from here. Washed and now being strengthened for the next leg of the journey. Thought I might just put it here, to share the feeling that care brings.
I put an x on the patch mark the spot and hold it. It goes all the way through to the other side. A kind of quilting then. Split backstitch.
I love how cloth wears, reminding us to keep at it.
l love your hearts, and this pink one, particularly. Thank you Jude for being.
how fine your quilting stitches are … and how sure your touch as you coax a bit of cloth into its new home …
I have a couple of quilts that are calling for this kind of gentle mending …
I may sit with this one for a while. Calm myself.
There is something so soothing about watching you mend your old quilt. I am amused by the contrast of that quilt with the kinds of things you make now, but I also love its beautiful juxtapositions of color and pattern. You have clearly always had an instinct for that. Using the naturally dyed square amidst the more commercial fabrics does make it better, and pulls the quilt ahead into the future with you and the relationship it celebrates.
Dana! I always miss your sharpened sense of things…❤
It’s interesting how some fabrics just seem to evaporate. No evidence of wear and tear. Just a space where it was before it floated away.
Yes, i love the magic in that.
“reminding us to keep at it”\
Thank you Jude ~
We so easily forget …
~ Maybe X means a kiss, as in ” xo “.
I love how the past and present come together in the heart.
And that is so really true….
I like a quilt that has been used, washed and used, again and again. Lovely watching you stitch it back together.
That is what a quilt is… a journey of holding..
I was here… X.
I love seeing the blank slate of the next spot to mend and wondering what it will become.
A bigger patch for sure.
Lovely chat today. Just loved it. And redressing the split back stitch.
Felt like a simpler time.
Mending a spot in the heart … the timeless task.
“Good enough, maybe better…” I want that on a t-shirt. 🙂
Yeah feels good to say it.
I love good enough. It’s taken me a long time to accept/learn that. Thanks for your gentle words.
How do we stray from that?
Your words in the video, “transform old cloth…bring it into the future” stuck such a cord with me because last night, I did just that: When we lived in TN, my grand kids were born in CA so I flew to be with them for their first two months of life. (Twins) When I got back to TN, I thought about the land, viewed from a plane, flying all the way to CA, the colors, the shapes of the various states and so I created a naturally dyed cloth, depicting my interpretation of the land and my wanting to be with my little grand kids.
Last night, I saw fading, some small holes, loose stitches and I started to think about mending this cloth but instead, I took it apart..I am a sentimental woman but still, I saw no need to keep this cloth for I have made the trip to CA many times, prior to Covid and my grand babies are now 13 yrs old.
Deconstructing this cloth, I had a lot of wonderful pieces of walnut, acorn and crab apple bark markings and even some turquoise from experiments with copper pots; also some rusty bits. When I went to cut into the cloth that held a turquoise thread stitched spiral, I slipped and cut it in half and saw, one of the trickster gods, Kokopelli in a rough form…that led to my creating a small cloth, with these bits and when I was done pinning the pieces, I found that I had created the landscape of where I live now, New Mexico…”transforming an old cloth and bringing it into the future…”
Scraps of self, and each new day, a new puzzle.❤
Beautiful and Timeless and True. Thank you.
Thank you for saying….
Beautiful job repairing your quilt 👍🏻💙
Soft words, soft cloth, early morning tea. 💖💖💖
so relaxing, mending
cloth: to have and to hold. how it marks a time ‘n place.
a quilt is a documentary
Haha a journal of sorts not sports. It was I right the first time? 🤣
My sweet momma taught me to touch and listen to cloth. I can only imagine the worn softness of this piece.. like my (old) skin. A journal of sports. Of the journey.
yes, like skin
Lovely. So soft and timeworn. Like Love can be…
more of your words: good enough, maybe better and keep at it. good words, as usual.
words are great tools