Holding back disintegration with a thin line. Futile?

sunday stitch

Caught just enough morning light to confirm that I was happy with what I was working on last night in not-nearly-enough light and didn't have to tear the whole project apart. It happens.



Whenever I use elements that have a finished edge, I like to nail them down with some invisible stitching well inside that edge, once I'm sure of where they need to be. That way, I can tuck things under that edge. I drag these projects around with me like a toddler does a blankie so, at this stage, my stitching is all about construction.

This piece is already feeling not big enough. I have more of the dark linen background, but I need a good sized piece of black polar fleece to built the whole thing on - adding on as design demands.

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I stumbled back through the archives to find a few old tricks, ways of making the cloth and the thread see sense, work together in more than just a construction manner. 

I love the little berry on a plate and the line going to and from nowhere but with such purpose.

The nightside

Getting up at crack of dawn with the ping of a photo message (below) is not a bad way to start the day. I seized it for a change, instead of pretending that the week owed me a Saturday in a mumu.

There was NO half&half for my coffee!  A provisioning mission was necessary, so real clothing was required.

Home with a ton of stuff, (most of which has to be cooked by some fool) by 9ish.

Then, the studio time I promised myself delivered some much-needed serenity.
 I missed the brief window of first light on the stitching chair, so I took up the darkside cloths again. Mostly sturdy linen and some delicate lawn cotton, they needed ironing.

This time, they had something to say. Even before I chose all the players, the title came: "Raised Beds in Hell".  First in the "Night Gardener" series. I'm off to baste for a while.

sunrise at Brisco Airfield by CCL

  Later - just a sketch. this one is going to be hard to get good pictures of, at least with my cell phone.

something flat

 A Solstice cloth, kinda. I'll make some time in the morning light with these. Try to bring some order. Some purpose.

Editing/writing requires thinking in four dimensions including time and my brain is as tired as my body.

A stint of two-dimensional design is in order, like a lemon sorbet. I'm not saying it's any easier, just different.

All those big dark cloths? (and they really are) they're just laying there, defiant. A cold weather project, maybe.
 Right now I want to make some monsters.

Remember this mess?




I brought them to order.

solstice

the blessing.

Truth be told, there's a gang of them. Teenagers fighting over me, as I am considered 'territory'. She on Whom We Perch.

I got to spend the midday seining tree crap from the storm out of the pool. Walking in endless circles to round up the bottom crud for netting.  Then marching the perimeter, scrub brush in hand, annihilating cities of algae. Now I need a nap.

But this is how the summer goes. It was pouring. No thunder or lightning. Only the grownups noticed as we huddled under the shelter.

the elusive Tazmeena Green

Sweetie was not much help in the search for Tazmeena Green.

It's a color to bask in, mostly.

There were a few that were close, but the color of a cat's eye is like an opal. Are you really seeing that? Take two steps in any directions and it changes.

raw materials

  All the new dirty threads are up and the fat baggie scrap basket has been replenished.

I'd like to just sit down and make something but I'm still waiting on those dark cloths to dry and reveal themselves. Then, there's the day job to contend with. Quietly, tonight, it seems.

more changlings

These got left outside in the weather. A clutch of two-inch strips of cotton sheeting ripped up ages ago for some forgotten project. I guess I'll have to wait for them to dry before untangling them to see what's what.

Everything else in that attempt at "darker" was pretty much a fail. Do-overs are easy.

How a day is done

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Winding is mindless and mindful at the same time. Something I can do while watching. Watching the running, jumping, playing. The Joy.

His booster seat in the backseat of my coupe calls for me to climb in and out to secure him. A dozen times by noon with yesterday's errands. This morning I'm just waiting for the drugs to kick in.

Yesterday would have been Jim's 64th birthday. We sang the Beatles song and had pizza. Charlie provided the genuine laughs.

At a time in my life when heart's joy was so low, this little being has made a big dent in the shortfall. 

composing...

....a new, large work means cutting into pieces that I have been hoarding. Some for many years.

It's time.

The piece wants a lot of darkness so a bunch of things not shown here are headed back down to the dyedeck for some Raven and Deep Space.

This cloth piece will be born under the same stars, as the next book. I'm thinking about both at the same time.

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too soon to tell.

new lights

steel & sky.


more tomorrow, unless the sun comes out so I can finally get in the pool.

The water bill came today. I should have filled it with cheap champagne!

I really have to hunt for the mystery green I need for the next large piece.
Clear and dark with vibrancy, a glow. alien's blood green. The kind of green that's hard to see in full sun.

And some Eyes of Tazmeena green too, may she rest in sweet peace.

One little soul slips away and another steps up. 

May little Ezra take up her tenacity.

It's an all day rain.

My favorite kind. Takes me to unknown places out of time. Places to drift and dream in.

This was at 9ish this morning. I had to turn on the lights in the studio. My plans were altered a bit.

There are only a baker's dozen skeins of a new color drying under the lights.

Followup. An intersting experiment. I made a mix with all the new colors. A like amount of each. The pomegranate seems to be dominating which means it has a flash a fuchsia. I have been warned.

The writer got a whole lot of pages edited and I've started to tinker with the idea of cover art, which is much more science than art, I'm learning.

Any doubts about the book's genre? Didn't think so.

You know what aisle you're in.

storm light

Tomorrow, I'll spend some time picking through this. See what jumps out at me, making obscene demands.

Heavy weather predicted for the whole weekend. The colors arrived yesterday so I may be trying something new in the rain on the dye deck.

Sweetie curled around my feet against the thunder.

raven. steel. bronze. deep space. peacock. blueberry. pomegranate. soft orange. goldeneye.
rain, thunder, and lightning.
Should be interesting.

Summertime

 Celebrated my wedding anniversary with a good friend. Jim would have approved.

 As per tradition, we celebrated two days in a row -June 4th and June 5th - thanks to the judge who got lost coming to do our wedding and who made us come to town hall the next morning to repeat our vows to make it legal.

First pages

Prepping some elements for something new. 
The trick is how wet the cloth and how long to wait.

shop update

If you order today, I can get them to the post office by noon tomorrow. Remember, if you claim a set, you must email me to follow up.

(The international experiment seems to be working so far for Australia and Canada.)

church

a chill friday

I went out to shut off the hose filling the pool and something failed and drenched me. These colors won't run.

The blouse is so old that the tiny print was nearly invisible and there is a seed burn hole on the back (think on it). Forty years? More? I got it from a second-hand store in NY sometime in the '70s.
The hand of the cloth is like lawn but more substantial, and the construction and fit were so fine, I could never part with it. Dye has it born again in the best way.

Then, with grim determination, I dismembered a piece that's been hanging around the river basket like a case of poison ivy. It's done and 90% of the cloth bits were saved, including the base - a really fine huck tea towel, plain vanilla.

a raft of a day

for the rest of the summer, the middle of my week will be a small raft of time away from most other concerns. Charlie will spend a day and a night and another day.

We've decided to tour the parks of Gwinnett - there are tons. Starting next week, we'll focus on the parks with water features, fountains and such. Pools we have at home. There will also be strange eats. New things. The old things, TV cartoons, and toys will have their place too, as a matter of comfort.

We had to hike a bit to get to the new playground in Lilburn. It was very hot and, step by step, I was thinking, "this is too hard." But he was running out ahead of me across the dusty grass, fully expecting that I was right behind him. One foot in front of the other. Lunch with La Luchador.

This was lunch on the first day. That's my sorry Ceasar salad in the foreground. The kid gets cake. He said, "This is not good for you, Nana," and made a point of not leaving any leftovers.

For all of it, shockingly, I feel better today than I have in weeks.

One foot in front of the other it is then.

Marks and decay

dreaming. procrastinating. suspended in time.

 In the story, the little girl secretly embroiders messages into clothing and bed linens. White on white. "sweet dreams", "he loves you", and "run while you can".

I just bought some new dye colors: raven. blueberry. soft orange. bronze. peacock. deep space. pomegranate. brushed steel. robin's egg and goldeneye.