This is something else.
A big box of vintage cloth arrived yesterday courtesy of my scout, Grace of the American West (who called her that? How appropriate). Colin helped me unfurl one last night and Jim estimated it to be 120" square. Shimmering.
As I sat and went through all the pieces this morning in the sunlight the stillness set in. What more could I do? What shades and hue? The hubris of my plans appalls me, yet the subversive witch cackles, rubs her paws together and daydreams in butternut and violet, storm gray and moss, blood orange and peaches.
If it wasn't for my GoodMan, I'd take the veil.
6 comments:
i just LOVE you, having taken
the veil in your own way...it's
the BEST photograph....
oh...this is just so great, reading this, how they helped you spread it...i love it all and
love
butternut
violet
storm grey
moss
blood orange
peaches
i can see it all now.............
oh
i repeat myself:
This is SO Great!
your cloth is like none other, and
to be able to participate in any
way is happiness.
Tra La!
you shall have such fun transforming these pieces of cloth into colorful wonderment's for the eyes...cannot wait......
Beautiful fabric! I can't wait to see how it looks with the magic potions applied! And the veil becomes you, m'lady!
WOW!!!! - fantastic goods; it looks to be handwoven, a hucklace pattern for the first piece in the enlarged view. I know you will work wonders in color on these pieces - btw, are they linen or cotton, hmmmmmm.
ant
Dear Ant..they are all cotton. That one piece you described is a humble tea towel (the closeup with the tiny hole is the same piece) really "tender" cloth.
I love them the way they are.
But still am anxious to see how you will transform them.
120 inches square! am envious.
and I laughed out loud about you taking the veil. As if.
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