Monday, February 24, 2020
fluffy snowflakes are blanketing the view from my studio window. bodhi is dreaming of squirrels and the next door cat, so is unaware of his favorite playtoy romping about outside.
inside, where it is warm, there are tiny little 2" apple cores sitting on my table. ordinarily i would hand stitch these little fragments collected from past projects, but my wrists are sore so i am opting to try out stitching them with my hand crank Singer Red Eye. judge this first group going together not too harshly. machine stitching apple cores is best with two free hands to manipulate the curves.
this adventure of stitching apple cores with a hand crank machine requires that i do all my manipulation with my left hand. not my dominant hand. without any assistance.
i think i'm beginning to get the hang of it...
time. fragments. rust. sewing machines. emotions.
all cranking away. i get lost sometimes. these past few years perhaps more than before. could be my age? or maybe simply that i haven't been present of late.
i've pulled out one of my hand crank machines to help me slow down a bit. be here more.
my wrists keep me from doing too much hand work at a time. carpal tunnel. there. i've said it aloud. not thinking about it will not make it unhappen.
time to listen more closely to the whispers. hear the stories my collection of fragments have to tell. help them unfold and manifest...
Monday, March 25, 2019
when you set no deadlines,
you can allow your curiosity
to wander unleashed...
i've long admired ann wood's devilly delicious owls, so you can imagine my joy when she released her pattern!
this little guy has been fun to create from salvaged fabrics, vintage buttons, and more!
he's still got a long journey ahead of him, along with a few surprises!
Sunday, February 24, 2019
change is inevitable. . . blogger making changes to some of its commenting policies that sounds like it may make a lot of past comments disappear. sadness. but since i know of no way to circumvent this, i'm going to focus on making an owl...
Saturday, January 12, 2019
Monday, October 8, 2018
"i feel akin to the platypus.
an orphan in a family.
a swimmer, a recluse.
part bird, part fish,
everyone knows how much i enjoy working with orphan blocks. they somehow seem at home in the selvedges of life and creativity where i reside. these all roads blocks (pattern by angela waters) are fast becoming a family of favorites!
my mother-in-law began making these half-sized from the original blocks in red and white a while back and then orphaned them as she grew bored with the monotony of them. knowing how much i love orphans, she gave them me, along with a stash of red and white minnick and simpson charms and jelly rolls.
after playing with them a while, soaking up their beauty and possibilities, i've begun to really have some fun with them. toss in some greys, blues, plums, and creams and all of a sudden they are coming to life and coming together in their new family! with each unit measuring in at only 4-1/2 inches finished, i've got several hundred to go before i can call it a quilt, but 4 dozen done seems like a great start!
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
"chanting is the
that spreads the white
lotus of good fortune
for all living entities."
if you have followed me for any length of time, you've heard me speak of needle chanting many times. it is a term coined by jude hill long ago, referring to the meditative nature of hand sewing and kantha stitch. lately I have found myself contemplating this concept in my own work and how the focus has shifted.
needle chanting becomes thread chanting. the focus moves from the act (needle) to the legacy (thread). from chanting to that which was chanted, and its lingering effects.
chanting is very powerful because it aligns our core energy, centers and raises our personal vibration through vocal resonance. it is much the same with stitching slow cloth. a meditative process that chants with needle and thread. holding self in the present. creating with intention. the silent chant of needle echoing softly as thread is pulled through fragments of cloth. the voice of slow cloth, a quiet voice of the soul. silent whispers becoming the roar of peace, harmony, creativity, and all possibilities!
Saturday, August 4, 2018
"it's okay to get lost
every once in a while,
sometimes getting lost
is how we find ourselves..."
ever wake up in the middle of the night and feel like you don't know who you are anymore? like you took one too many turns without being present and now nothing looks... right?
last night i woke into one of these moments and wandered into the sewing studio and just sat there. communed with a few of my stitched and dyed fragments. expressions, really, of self. tiny bits of who i am. or was. or am yet to become. who knows which?
i need to be present more. to myself. to the expression of my own fragments. i've wandered... strayed a bit too far. become lost.
it's time to find me again..