Z. Zebra, ZigZag , Zzzzz.
Alphabet Soup will be ready to travel to its new home by year's end. In whatever form it has taken by then. I am not exactly Zooming along, no, I am just going. Rather randomly as I bump into this and that. Honestly, it would hold together as it is now. And probably I could work on it anytime, even after I give it away.
I am thinking of creating the ZigZag in the Double Running Stitch. It is raining today so maybe today.
It is very November, a cold November rain. Feels about right though. And that is comforting. I love the warmth of the rust colored leaves when everything else turns grey. We have taken note that there are absolutely no deer here this season. No idea why.
With all the sudden cold we experienced last week, the blue clay bowls that serve water for the birds, well I forgot them and they froze and broke. My dad's blue bowls that he brought back from New Mexico... I was sad but I can mend them. And they will be useful again.
Hmm… none of your posts are showing up on the page I have bookmarked. I finally decided to go back to your home page and then to blog and found you have been posting. So catching up… I am trying to get all my experiments cleaned up on the porch. We are going to freeze again, snow in the forecast for next week.
yeah, i am not getting posts from others lately, even tho I am subscribed. Whatever, I quit worrying and I just wander around…
It was 50 today, was surprised how it warmed up. I am sure snow is around the corner…
you are more than welcome to visit the sidebar on my old blog which serves up the most recent posts of kindred spirits, many of them ragmates who were originally found on your Placekeeper page … https://imgoingtotexas.blogspot.com/
I enjoyed clicking on your dotted lines (double running stitch) and seeing a video. Is that what you now call the magic stitch?
Looks like the bowls broke with clean lines and will be easy to mend. I look forward to seeing how they look after you mend them.
❤️
Yes, I call it the magic stitch when I do it in black and white.
I’m lucky I caught the breaks before it got worse.
Wabi-sabi. Beautifully flawed but somehow better. The Japanese tradition is to glue the bolts back to gather with golden glaze to accentuate and honor the broken parts. I love that. I’m sure it hurt to see them broken but they will become better than ever.
That is supposed to read bowls. oops
yes, loving them, or anything, makes it better.
the mending will fill these bowls with even more beauty and story. interesting to see the different colors of clay used.
yes and I will use them for something else.
Yes, the stitching can continue! I thought of that as well as you’ve been working on it…because you ‘continue’ so well! I can imagine you over visiting, mini thread nest in tow, meeting & getting to know this newest family member…perhaps inspired to add something new…perhaps down the line, this little will ask for something to be added – a collaboration! And the mending of your father’s finds…Lynda’s link reminded me that I can mend the years now, broken off foot on that woman, who became a self-sculpture so long ago. Aren’t we all broken and mended in some way? Big love to you. xo
ultimately the mending is the redesign needed to remain useful. oh the beauty in it!
We mended a big ceramic bird bath bowl with epoxy (the kind where you mix two substances together.) I had my doubts, but so far it’s held for two more seasons.
I never meant to leave these out in the freeze, because they are porous on the bottom.
I read “meander” and thought, that’s about right, especially with reference to zig zag. I really
Love the idea of your gifting the quilt and then continuing to stitch on it after it has a new home.
a new kind of “thread”, or maybe a bedtime story.
You might already be ahead of me on your repair plan:
Kintsugi
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kintsugi
I have a project waiting on my work table that looks just like yours. A bowl from my mom. Can’t let it go… 💕
ha, thanks for the link, better than crazy glue!
sad about the bowls but mending is good work. the deer–it’s hunting season. they’re hiding.
yeah, they usually hide here…
It came up “Meander” when I meant “Mender!” Rather apropos, don’t you think?
***Oh, ha! It came up “meander” when it was supposed to read “Mender!” Interesting.
Mending might simply be meandering through a broken world with a threaded needle…ha!
Oh! Yes, Jude! You are the Meander of so many things! You will be adding your hand to your father’s…