Mudcats Picnic from 2008
A little pillow that's held up pretty well. Spent time in Charlie's crib. Kicked around with his plushies. In the car for a while. Then came back here with the layover. Poor thing has been a cat's tuffet most recently.
I took it apart for a few repairs and a good cleaning.
Just 12x12. Back then I was enthralled with how easily needle and thread passed through damask and muslin.
The tiniest stitches.
The line of two-ply 12wt Sulky cotton whip stitched closing the seam where I stuffed it with some poly crap that is now so coarse you could scrub pots with it.
All of this mindless activity is just a distraction from the things that must be faced. Dealt with.
Sweetie ticking down her days. Bailey has to wait until Monday with an infected injury. How these innocents--and they are purely innocent--take over such chunks of ourselves.
Tay & Grace. Grace & Tay.
Somewhere along the way, I've misplaced my fire. but I went to the park today after the temps rebounded from below freezing to nearly 55. Sat in the sun and dragged pen across paper for a while. Stared at the turtles and woodpeckers. The words wandered aimlessly, but the doing of it, the writing, felt good. When it was time to go, I left another large quilt on the bench.
That felt good too. from 2007. A time traveler.