I forgot how discharging hand dyes will reveal the various layers secrets that go into making darkness on cloth. A bit of black damask...
Who knew what was hiding under there? This piece of black cotton was jammed up in my vacuum cleaner.
and here's a snatch of ancient tee shirt...
I have a small cloth bag that I take to the office with me each day and when time permits, I can work on small projects.
When I went into the studio this morning my intention ( I have jet Runways of intentions paved straight to the gates of hell!) was to start creating some order. Instead I started pulling bits of this and that with the brand new and more reachable intention of restocking my go bag.
Back to the grid, I'm feeling, without wondering why about it. Needle and thread. Eyeball the line. Go with the grain and allow for the color this time.
I am half way through the complex boogie that ensues when you commit to an overdue, full physical at my age.
Happily, I talked the doc out of the MRI=shots=surgery routine she was considering when xrays of my spine recalled certain snake breeds.
Instead, I will be having physical therapy lessons in a Pool. How hilarious is that? Instead of an asshat of poison and pain I get splashing around and fun!
The sun plans to blaze the day blue and toasty here today so that means I have to take advantage of time on deck studio.
I went out to tidy up and my largest rinse tub was full of murky water so I dumped it over the side and look what fell out! These three pieces were put in for a last rinse and overlooked when I took things up to the washing machine.
Now they've been painted with textile paints and once dry will be heat set and stacked away with the others waiting for their turn.
Above is a piece of vintage damask. To the left, another one.
And this is a large piece of that vintage feed sack cloth. This fabric is sturdy and has a course texture. Think heavy gauze or cheesecloth on steroids.
The spots are metallic Jacquard textile paint in several levels of gold.
Lately I've noticed a lot of people posting about time management. The fact that I was reading these posts tells me that I have to reconsider what I do with what little free time I have.
Sometimes things just get in the way. You've probably noticed that my work swings wildly between large, machine stitched pieces and tiny little hand held meditations that are 100% done by hand.
Those are the things that I can work on while I am at my job. I find myself focusing closer and closer on these little things - I tried separating the ply at the end of the tail here with the intent of braiding it but the cotton just fell apart in my fingers.
This morning I'm devoting to stitching on this big piece and later, if the sun comes out, taking outside for painting. I need to move this one along. Other things are waiting.
Today is our 32nd wedding anniversary..here I am showing off my engagement ring to my family.
They are no longer skeptical about the match.
Jimmy told me he bought the ring earlier in the fall and kept unwrapping it to show his sisters.
I found it tied with a ribbon around the neck of a little plastic turtle in the bottom of my Christmas stocking.
I have been bending his ear for all these years and he remembers every thing I say.
And he makes me laugh every day.
With apologies to the unknown author, this, from the card he gave me this morning.
"The man who is deeply
in love with his wife
is a man who has all
he could want in this life"
