He brings us the skies

 

To the Makers

 A toast!

If nothing else--thread or cloth--came from the most recent dyefest, this simple damask napkin would have been worth all the work.

"She rode a fierce black mule into the afterlife, a banner of wonder tied over the animal's eyes so he wouldn't be afraid."

~○~

Some of the newest cloth and thread demanded immediate action.

Working in the first strong morning light, provoked a return to the word train, too.

Think of it coming down the track at you, a measured, grinding pace. The rhythm of pen on paper, inviting you to take the leap, catch ahold up onto rough boards and unknown destinations. 

Wizards, we. 

Always drama

I'm parking this snitch of damask on this delicate linen table runner for now. It might come to something. Starts have been shakier. It has a lot of loud for something so small. I've been hand-washing the scraps from the dyefest and haven't had a chance to look for bright spots. The threads are bold as brass.

In time. 

                                                                                    ~🌔~

This piece came up in fb memories today. 2012 was a big year for big work. This one is going to get up on the wall. "Los Dados Encantada" is one of my favorites.

 

Color therapy

 I'm in. 

No rush. No plans. 

Just holding on to the ones that speak to me first.  

Juicy self dealing

 

It's why I started dyeing stuff in the first place. Getting mine first!

But mindful of the fact that I'm not in any creative flush at the moment, I'm not going to wind these onto bobbins for a while. They may well wind up back in the shop.

Maybe when I sober up from this state of drunk on color and get real about just how much thread I really need.

But that's my problem. You can run amok!

I updated the store with some of the Electric Eclectics, but ran out of good morning light. 

 

Some of these colorways are very hard to capture. It's like photographing opals. 

a day flipped over

 I went to sleep with plans of spending the day away with friends. Lunch and the pool, maybe a game on the radio (we are all Braves fans). Gnashing our teeth over politics and having a weep over Dolly and Tim Curry. 

Heavy rain, thunder and lightning here and no guarantee that an hour away it wouldn't be more of the same. I've been swimming in the rain before, but lightning? No thanks. 

Everything green and living outdoors heaved a deep sigh of relief. 

I stepped out to push the houseplants out from under the overhang to make sure they got a good drenching. I'm going to have to re-home some of the bigger ones come fall. 

I should have gone out in the rain with a scrub brush and some soap for the lawn furniture. Instead, I sulked in the studio aimlessly. 

Another bonus: the last round of dyed cloth was batching outside on the deck. Everything was spread out on a large piece of thick cotton. Almost like canvas. The heavy rain saved me a lot of hand rinsing.

~🌑~

Plans in the wind, I sulked aimlessly in the studio. I was so dark I had to turn on the task lamp. I keep pulling this peace of linen out, each time, at a loss as to what I want to do with it. What I don't want to do is waste it somehow. It's a yard of 42" contemporary, mid-weight linen that I used to wipe my hands with during a dye session. I hand-hemmed it all the way around. 

My creative block is getting to be a bore. 

What I was really avoiding was going through the latest harvest. It's been a long time since I was so happy with the results. Before I can take any for myself, I have to weed out my thread box to make room for new colors. There will be a lot of half-used bobbins of thread tucked in with cloth bundles in the future!

Afternoon storm light is not at all good for getting accurate images . Maybe tomorrow.