Sometimes, 9, Nine, is like a note to self. Most of the time actually. I like to make one a day. Ninedujour Series. They have turned into a way to journal in cloth.
I happened upon a box of tiny puzzle pieces, leftover from Small Cloth class, so they have taken smaller form these past days.
Today A can be for temporary Alignment. Like this is a temporary page, only the nine will actually hold together. For a while at least.
Today, it is really really raining.
your Nines. i understand them better now
they have become another layer of language. they make it easier for me to understand form as a byproduct of going.
Grace – Jude led me to make my very first nine-patch … now pinned to the corner of my stitching chair, even as I happily make my wonky stripped wanders … it is foundational … so simple, but everything else flows from it
I always liked because it has a center, but it is in itself centering.
How can I get a list of your “alphabets” and do I need a special link or anything ? I think it would be cool to have 😊❤️
Just click glossary in the left sidebar, it will take you here:
We had a very very welcome bit of rain here in California a couple of days ago. I love a grey gloomy rain soaked day and the plants respond immediately. Happy. 💚
Amazing. Green. Zing!
Your ninepatch and the notes is a poem. I love dark colors, never thought of making most of the patch dark though. It has a depth that I find strengthening, as a way into winter. Raining here too, a lot, and going to get windier.
I stitched this last night, I could not sleep. The darkness came from that maybe, In a way the nines are poems, sometimes I write them down.
pouring here, no wind yet. Just straight down pouring rain.
What can be held in the palm of a hand.
We’re going to be warming up over the weekend and into next week. Again. Triple digits and fire warning. This is the way of things.
Sometimes holding something is very important, like understanding, so small helps me remember that feeling.
I thought the heat would last here but looks like we have moved on here.
Don’t you love coming upon an old stash? It is really raining here today too.
I am really sorting at this point, everything is in the basement and needs to be moved so we can seal it up and get rid of the rodents. I love the surprises of things forgotten.
the rain is glorious, really.
I made sure our. Adele t was secure on this Newhouse. I just can’t let somethings, like cloth, go😂😂needs a home😂😂😂
Adele? Basement is what it should say yikes!
Ha, happens all the time…
Good Morning Jude ☀️
Just want to say thank you for inviting us along on your rambles and thought wanderings. Being here… with all of you…is such a peaceful way to enter a new day. Full of gratitude.
good morning Bee. what a great name, Bee…❤️
That center piece (pun intended) shines like a jewel in the dark night sky. Lovely! I have been drawn to small my whole life. Manageable? Intriguing? Portable?
that center piece is a scrap from my childhood curtains, over dyed.
A is for altered. 🙂 Cool here but sunny still. Rain in the forecast.
altered as in reality. the rain, the rain, the sound, the smell, A Gift.
I like seeing your notes too! Mine are usually just about how many pieces I need.
well, 9 is mostly a given, ha!
Rainy weather the last few days in my bit of Michigan too. And this morning we have dramatically cooler temperatures (from 83 to 63 overnight). Fall is my favorite season so these weather changes are welcomed. My fingers are eager to stitch so I am stitching small scraps to larger scraps to join all together on an even larger scrap. My partner asked what I was making…she doesn’t understand gathering scraps for no other reason than just as a reason to stitch. My work day is filled with data and details…its nice to just let that go with stitching.
reason always seems simply that which is imagined to be useful. it is so personal but worth explaining. So we might know each other better 😎
Jude…wise words. I’ll try to remember next time she asks to try and share better so not to miss another opportunity.
It’s hard to remember…
Lovely patches of dark and light. Like an Equinox, though not equal.
equal seems imagined because it never lasts long enough to be.
I think I love everything about this post ( that moon, moving away…moving into…? !)
And the handwritten thots on scraps ( I do that ALL the time— now, WHERE did I write/draw that….!?)
And, it’s raining! Wheeee!!
We are “watching the tropics” ( as I’m sure Pam Sorrells is as well 😓)
I’m off to go walk the beach, commune amongst the cypress, collect bits and bobs, then I’ll work on my “A”alligator…
Here we go again 🙄🌀
I’ve not be watching the weather until last night
Oops * been
it is amazing how rain calms me, and my allergies.
tho those big storms, watch out!
part of things always add mystery , right?
I could do without the mystery of storms! I’ve already lived through my fair share 😁✌🏼💙
I think weathering a storm is about to become a new skill.