Maggie May

Reluctance to commit to an orientation is a good sign. 

And these wrinkles! The silk has shed little shadow ghosts of dye in places. I'm thinking about amplifying them in some way other than stitch. 

I actually have to go buy some black embroidery thread. 

The morning sun when it's in your face really shows your age. 

A pop song from ages past (1971!) that still gets too much play. I never understood the connection (there is none) between the intro and the song itself.

Rod's singing about the problems of being with an older woman. 

 I was with a guy who would have been a whole two years behind me in high school if he had graduated. He seemed to think that skipping that part gave him some kind of special status. Whenever this song came on the car radio, he took perverse delight in turning it up and making something of our age difference. I used to look out the car window and think, What an asshole. But then, he was the asshole who told Jimmy he could come sleep on my couch...

There is SO much cloth in the scrap bin I'm having a sale.

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Silk shreds dating back to 2010 experiments with ColorHue dyes. I don't recall the source of the silk. I can't imagine what cloth like this would be used for other than the kind of negligee that was made to be torn off. There are tiny scraps of it wandering all through my private stash.

The base is the trimmings of that handkerchief linen shift that I hand stitched together, again, because I have no white thread for the sewing machine. I sat with the shapes as they came from the bag, with no cutting or tearing. I prodded, pinned, and unpinned through a couple episodes of "Homicide: Life in the Streets".

The show was recently released on Peacock TV.  I didn't get to watch it much when it was first aired. I was still a nightbird for AT&T and was never one for slavishly needing to have a show taped for viewing at my leisure. I had kids. It won awards and a cult following for good reason. 

Balance. Up, down, crime, justice, left, right, life and death. 

The cloth is wet because I didn't want to iron away all the nooks and crannies to blend away the holes from a false stitching start. 

I'm not even sure there's going to be any visible stitching. Tomorrow may tell.

Addendum 

Around sunset a storm flickered by.

The end of the line

 

For this one, it was sudden. I found it on the lawn. Out in the middle of the yard, unprotected. No damage that I could see. No cats or other predators in sight. I put my finger under it and thought I felt a grip, or those legs just have little grippy hairs. No flutter, response. I put it in one of the potted Swedish ivy, thinking, "Rest a bit, then move on." Hours later, unchanged. Gone like a summer day.

Last pool day, maybe.

Someone in the neighborhood felt the need for a fire. 

It's been in the sixties overnight and the water temperature in the pool is approaching "no can do". I've recognized it's what I say aloud on that hot, sunny day late in summer when I go down the later, and by mid-calf, I can't go any further.

 

Today, I pushed it and by the time I was standing on the bottom, I was largely numb. Not good, so I skipped the cleaning routine and climbed aboard the floatie. Skimming the surface was do-able. Weatherwise, I might have a few more days like today. It's a strange flavor of sad.
 

I may do more of these. Make them a page.  Reading the cards gives me a fine kind of buzz. Like there's more oxygen than I'm used to. Feels a lot like writing.

The blue I do

 

Imagine chasing a runaway creature. It zigzags across the meadow, you dig in and try to cut it off. It gains on you, then stops and looks back over its shoulder. Maybe even sticks out its tongue or waggles its ass. 

That's writing when you are out of practice. False starts and blind alleys. But an elusive taste is all it takes to pull me back in and it's been delicious.

This is the blue I'll be working with for a while.

The cloth and threads will tend themselves.

I'm prepping for a road trip. Does anyone have any audiobook recommendations? 

He's nearly mastered shuffling. The hands will grow and it will get easier. 

After this, there was no living with him for a few hands. 

We use imaginary money and the discussions are about odds, percentages, money management, and gambling addictions including a warning about genetic predilections.  

My advantage? When only two people play poker no one ever gets too far ahead. 

Full moon reading

I left my Tarot spread out on the carpet by the glass doors. The full moon was so bright that I woke up disoriented about the time.

You've simultaneously been under the spell of the past and the unknown future.  Overlapping ripples. 

If it were productive or fun it would be a drug, but it's neither. And so you are emotionally empty. Exhausted. 

But that's an open, receptive state. 

The Knight is doing what must be done. The steps are known and clear. Move forward with a heart open to the emotional relief that taking these steps will bring. 

I spent the morning posting new sets. Moving the colors around and auditioning quartets is a fine way to pass the time.

 

Wild weekend

 

I had to ask both my sons who taught them to skateboard? Both said, "Nobody!"  The best I could do was not watch, even when Colin came inside and said, "I think I broke my arm." He had. A greenstick fracture to the forearm.

In this sport, injury is inevitable. Charlie's getting a good start with all the necessary gear and came away from his first flight with a minor bruise and an appreciation for how hard concrete is. Bless those young bones.

With very little input, he was up and finding his balance point. All I could do was sit quiet, get a few shots, and keep my lip zipped. 

We left the skatepark to get to the adjacent soccer fields to cheer on Charlie's cousin in her first game. In minutes, the game was called for lightning! And we had a harrowing ride home, fortunately with a pro at the wheel of a big, safe truck.

My camera failed to catch the orange ball of the sun as it sank under that freight train of black clouds that chased us home.

Back home in the studio, the cloth that I left out in the rain kept a lot of its promise.

The marathon

My dear friend and foremost crit partner and I have been trading scenes and chapters for many years. 

There was some scratching, biting, hair-pulling...nah. None of that, maybe a few tears as we "killed our darlings" as writers must. 

No, it was straight-up, honest, sometimes difficult assessments of each other's words in the service of the stories in our hearts. A priceless exchange for which I will be forever grateful.

Now, Dee Mallon's debut novel, "The Weight of Cloth" will be available September 5, 2024. You can preorder it now.

I was on a plane with a sheaf of her printed pages, red pen in hand, intent on the work. As I turned the page over, the stranger sitting next to me said, "Wait. I didn't finish. It's really good." He was right.

Be proud and joyful, Dee!  I'll let you read more about it in her words.

 

Studio life

 

My staging space has been co-opted by the household security guard. I should have expected this because he's been camping out by my feet most mornings. 

Now I have a small stretched canvas balanced on my knees while I try to level the camera and work around the shadows flickering through the window screen. 

The hard light tells it true. 

Barriers

I believe he knows what's hidden under that piece of linen. 

I have been instructed to leave off with marketing for a bit. Attend to other matters. 

Who am I to argue with the 'Verse?

The players

 

A gray day today. The window to get these shots was very brief. Not a bad thing. I was sitting there waving hanks around trying to make them play nicely. Not so fast. This rainbow hit the blender. 

This is less than a third of the hatchlings. I don't know what else to call them.

There are at least two dozen that have three to four interacting colors. I promise to give everyone else first crack at these. My threadbox is overstuffed now. 

                                                          This is Opal

I will need to open some creative bandwidth to get all these sets gathered and named. I try for balance when I choose these groups. Should I include one of the stone ponies in some sets? Do people every want monochrome? This is going to take a while.