Blue

I feel like someone owes me a week on a beach. 

 

Round One

Of course, the words had their way with me.

If cursing and blood improve the work, this will finish out well.

The thread I chose has been structurally tampered with. Six strands that had half of them pulled out and reversed to tamp down some very raucous color changes. It's still pretty loud.

Two layers of very tightly woven linen and my favorite needle is dull and should be retired. 

It's fighting me at every stitch. 

 

The Hunter's moon kept me up updated

I was already in bed when a friend texted me about the MOON. Best I could muster was a shot out the kitchen window, the pines always lending their grace.

The bottom half of this shot, which I chopped off, it my neighbor's garish collection of inflatable Halloween decorations. A ten foot tall green alien and a wings-wide dragon. 

Instead of going back to bed, I pulled the Libra Table Mopper out of the bag on the floor in the bathroom and put it in the sink to soak. It's a thick damask tablecloth, 66x69. Another one that I can see myself cutting up.

I have a full complement of schmattas now so I'm looking for a blouse or tunic pattern. Any suggestions?
 

The threads and needle dragged me back to work on something adjacent to another writing project. For the first time, I'm using only three strands of Dirty Thread.

 Not doubling them lets the color changes pop a lot louder. Pesky as shit finding the exact space to dive the needle, but the results are satisfying. 

Close focus like this helps when the big picture of life gets too loud and busy.

There will be text on this piece, and that is going to take a lot of consideration. Song lyrics or political memes will not do. Liz, I may need some guidance on this tiny writing.

I also treated myself to a reading using the layout I made up for Slash & Burn. 

1st card - What you want

2nd card - What you need

3rd card - What you're going to get

4th card - the Grace of the Universe offering an option or modifier to the third card. Another way to go.

I forgot. There was a purpose to this image. To remind myself I have word magic too. One can forget.