2008 ? ! I am really sorting through the past, trying desperately to open some space in my brain for newness. I came across this article from way back, Artful Blogging Magazine which has since been retired. Back when blogging was just blossoming. New. I was there. So were a lot of you. I kept the pages because they seem antique. Maybe I will use them to paint on. Or something. Over the years I have disengaged with being published […]
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 […]
A. A is for Alphabet. When I worked in the textile industry, I began as a handweaver, weaving samples. Samples were necessary to show customers what pattern changes would look like. Designers created a group of of cloth constructions and woven patterns as ideas, presented them to the salesforce. And then the “salesfolks” would work with their customers and their customers would buy sample yardage to make up into sample garments and if they remained interested they might usually change […]
This Old Heart Been calling this that. I added circles. A basket. I stitched them with Deb’s thread, the one I call sketchy thread, mostly whiteish with some dirty grey marks. I remember asking here about black and whiteish, if she could do that. And she did. Using one strand, on this scale, a lot like a drawn line. Line, another subject to be revisited. I thought I might be done, but then SUNflower popped back up, because it is […]
Be in it. The haven I created here is not just for chipmunks. All of it, just is here within view. More life. As it is and will be. Earth Weeps. Under the needle. Weaving on my mind. Because weaving is a special kind of holding and a special kind of reminder.
Out of control. It’s that time of year. The cucumbers have escaped the fence and the Malabar spinach is everywhere. There are definitely more than enough tomatoes for the chipmunks and us. The paths are becoming hard to navigate. I will make some changes next season. There IS a garden. And then, I remind myself how little control I seem to have over how to get to things these days, but still I am growing. My capabilities have seriously diminished […]
Imagine. Many Worlds. Softer Boundaries. So many things could be floating around here, maybe on journeys from here to there. A base for going. And it’s blue, a coolness and relief from hell on earth which seems to have arrived almost everywhere. In so many forms. Still the goldfinches sing. Here perched on the blooming mullein which rose up voluntarily in the garden. And there are way too many cucumbers to eat. I will share with neighbors. And now, here […]