The Man here made a table with his (still beautiful) hands. The tree guy had sliced off a few rounds of hickory from an old tree. "These pieces are ok", he had said.
Frosty mornings here, but still stuff lives.
The cold was sudden. A bit warmer today, but the chill, the feeling in my bones , now that I am older, such a reminder of my own seasons.
I have been dreaming a lot.
There is nothing like deep dreaming for clearing your head. I think that's what it is for. All tangled up like a tumbleweed and then blown away by the wind. Space.
I still have this scarf. It's Big. A wool path. I want to name it. And then talk about it. Continue.
Love your carpet scarf so much!
Good luck with all your connections!
it has always been a favorite
beautiful weaving
thank you
I dream a lot. A LOT. Wild, busy & more dreams and I often wake tired because I feel like I didn’t sleep!
I love his lil table. Handmade is the best. My man has made several guitars, and I bet he would love his 20 year old hands back! Not “pretty” but pretty awesome foot rubs when I get ’em!! lol
guitars, wow!
Imagining you sitting in your stitching chair, wrapped in that scarf/blanket/cozy keeper with a hot mug of something resting on your new table.
and poof, here I am.
The Man’s hands may be beautiful, but the most important thing is they obviously work very well. I can make this call as I have arthritic thumbs and a middle finger that sometimes wants to bend backwards. The table is perfect. Makes me wonder where I can find a slice of tree trunk and some already perfect branches. Probably will have to settle for a trip to Home Depot for a length of chunky dowel.
And that scarf. It’s like the Road to Damascus. How long is it?
we alwas pick up sticks, he like to peel the bark and smooth them, sort of a hobby.
The scarf is big. 28″ wide, 98″ long plus fringe. I used to have a habit, while wrapped in it, walking up to others wearing one also and saying,
“you call that a scarf?”
LOL. What a great line. Anyway, it’s beautiful.
Hmmm . . . I think I’d call it a shawl.
yeah, it’s big but I don’t like calling it a shawl for some reason.
I’m laughing. We love that line in Crocodile Dundee…now this is a knife 🙂 That scarf is huge and pretty. I like how the colors are sprinkled in there, like a little party 🙂
oh, ha, I forgot that , the knife line.
The table, the scarf… both so lovely and rustic. And everyone needs a wee table beside them as they do handwork. Made by his still beautiful hands. Love that.
seriously, I should photograph his hands, it’s like he’s 20.
Men.😉
3 legged-stools are wonderful and because I always “feel” deep when I read your words, I will attach a vision of stability to todays post.
I would lay the scarf out on the table, it looks like a beautiful runner to me.
It got cold, brrr, here too and we lost electricity yesterday and through the night. Who would have thought living on top of a mountain this would happen? But below us baad things happen and we bear the brunt of it. 🤣
And I agree with Marilyn, so much peace and joy here in everyones words. Very comforting place to visit.
❤️
it’s a bit spongy for a runner.
we don’t lose power here too much, I think we are protected by the mountains.
i imagine a cat sitting on it too.
Yeah, he made it for my thread next basket so he has more room on the couch.
My son and I got lost ”roaming in the gloaming” in the rainy woods of his childhood yesterday afternoon as we were looking for fallen healthy wood to cut to make table legs. He bought a ”bodger” (I think?) and is keen to learn how to use it.
Blowing the cobwebs away!
He has a butterfly brain like his mother.
I shall show him the man’s fabulous creation.
a bodger, cool!
My son is a fine carpenter. More serious about it. The man here dabbles, like I do with dye.
Love the table! Tell the Man he has great talent! And cant wait to hear the story on that beautiful scarf!!!
He has a thing for three legs, easier to level
Love your full spectrum scarf. Looking forward to hearing your thoughts. We brought my small floor loom from the loft down to the kitchen where the light is better. I’ve never used wool as warp. Considering.
wool warp is very different. I used to work in the textile industry and had access to beautiful yarns.
This cold, low light of autumn-sliding-into-winter is a time of quiet introspection, working quietly w ones hands, cozying up w toasty warms things (textiles, tea, cats, a partner) & most importantly, Dreaming.
….maybe I’ll dream of Spring! Ha ha!
My dreams wake me up but I hardly ever remember much from them..
Space. The feeling. Our small home was built in a walled garden (UK) so there is no feeling of space. Having living on a mountain ridge in Spain before here, I could almost feel what flying felt like. I have to walk down to the estuary very close to here and look out beyond ……. Space.
I love your scarf and am trying to work out how it was woven to get those vivid colours among the cream and brown tones. Woven in strips and sewn together maybe …….?
no but I will talk about it. So so long ago, but seems like yesterday
sometimes our cat drools when he gets a neck ‘n ear massage. looking at these pics, i can relate. the table with legs like cat paws. the rich colors ‘n textures of wool. totally droolworthy.
The man here often makes drooling sounds to annoy me.
Hand work, it’s all beautiful…
that is all I want these days. dreaming of a treehouse.
wow so much talent under one roof.
We really find happiness in small things
i love this blog, i love how gentle and peaceful it feels and the comments are always so beautiful
It has become a warm place over time.
Love the man’s table and your gorgeous scarf💙
it’s almost a blanket!
great table! love it and love that scarf too
i had really weird dreams about moving (back) to Amsterdam with the husband and then wanting to return to the countryside within 3 years, probably has something to do with house-extension and my activism concerning a nearby campsite producing way too much noise and disturbance!
funny how you don’t even realize how much stuff needs to be worked through in one way or another so it takes up less space in your mind.
Looks lovely.
The natural marks on it just adds so much interest. The legs are made so well…like natural extensions.
The legs are made from a walking stick we had brought from the old place.
Jude, your man does have beautiful hands! How could they not be with such a wonderful woodland table! That it is hickory makes it even more beautiful. Your woven scarf from beforetimes suggests a simple and happy warmth. Beautiful hands made that, too.
P.S. I tried to email you the picture of the Full Moon, but couldn’t find the right email address.
spiritcloth at gmail dot com
There’s nothing more handy than a small table and handmade is extra special.
We have many small tables, his “small cloth”
i too feel the cold and was surprised at first, then not. i’m dreaming a lot, which is not how it’s been for a long time. is it a hag thing?
I dont know, m.j ay e there is just more to work with, ha!