The football game is on. A fire snaps in the fireplace. Leftover stew was divine.
This Cloth doodle irked. The layers impeded handquilting, so I’m calling it done.
Planning to reopen my old Etsy store in near future. I would love love love to let go some of my work! And a teeny income stream would be novel, welcome.
Puzzles done. Vacuuming done. Finn is limping so another walk is not in order. Time to iron a few shirts and sort the sock basket!
Oh but look what awaits on the glossy sidewalk.
Blue for the NYTimes. Translucent for The Boston Globe. There will be a fire again, postcardstovoters scribbled, and a roast chicken for dinner.
During yesterday’s hours in the studio, two old pieces caught my eye. I may work on them some today, too.
Happy Sunday, wherever you are.
There has been something compensatory, soothing even, hand stitching on two village quilts while listening to the Kavanaugh hearings.
But perhaps not compensatory enough. I felt sick last night while going to sleep. Worried about it a little. It is the first time since November 2016 where I truly thought I might need to stay away from the news for a while.
The gasbags of the patriarchy, otherwise known as the Republicans on the Senate Judiciary Committee, were no easy listen. I’ve tweeted, posted on FB, talked with friends, texted and DM’d in real time. Thank goodness for those connections. That humor. That shared outrage.
But this morning, waking to the first sun in ages, I’m typed out about it all. Here are a few highlights.
(Well, certainly not a “quarters game”).
It was a good week to send my first 20 postcards to voters.
Enjoy your weekend, all. Today is a day to get out in the fall air with K and the dog. Tomorrow we’re seeing a play called “The Niceties.”
I love it when the board speaks to me – the humble pin board meant to showcase the real design. Here, the stripes of white on either side as well as the bit of white above the highest roof now seem essential. Even the vertical books below intrigue me.
It is very hot here again. After a game of fetch, Finn kept panting and panting, so I draped one cold towel after another around his neck — a trick I learned from my mailman during that recent extreme heat. I knew Finn liked it when he followed me and waited patiently near the sink. He continued to pant hard, so I coaxed him into an empty tub and ran cold water, splashing and rinsing him. That seems to’ve worked. I know he needed it because he hates the bathtub. Not today — hopped right in!
What happens when you turn it sideways and you like the subtle form visible there more than the intended (and obvious) one?
And while spritzing, pulling and pinning will correct bumps on this one, it won’t turn an unhappy experiment into something worthy of my time.
That’s how it goes sometimes.
I have no recollection of taking this picture. Should I be worried? I don’t even know where this house is.
I like all the lines and recesses and the walkway coming straight at you.
What if the photo inspires the next small cloth? It might be a fun challenge to try and capture shadow, railings, and rooflines.
What if we don’t know the purpose of our lives — not out of superficial disregard for what matters but because it is unknowable? Would that change anything? Would it strip away some layer of reflection and free those thoughts for other things?
We had rain yesterday. It’s still grey and humid and blessedly quiet. After days of porch construction next door and “Carnival Week” at the camp out back, how welcome the quiet is! The whir of fans. A dripping faucet.
Hope you all are having a good weekend! Much to share about writing retreat. It was productive. Interesting. And mostly — wonderful to be out in the rolling hills of my birth (not to be too dramatic!)
K did an amazing job on the lawn. I helped a little. Believe it or not, it only took about three hours to lay down.
Today, for Mother’s Day, we had tasty Japanese food at the swanky mall down the road.
While there, I bought a cardigan to replace the one K shrank in the wash last week (yes! He does the laundry).
There were two phone calls and a big bouquet of flowers from the boys. Very nice.
Also: I gave myself a few hours in the studio and made this little piece (and half of another).
But here’s the main thing: I came into the weekend absolutely exhausted by the ever-present swirl of commentary about race and culture. About white people staying in their lane. Hands off this. You’re not allowed to do that. The debate really deserves a thoughtful post but I can’t guarantee I’ll write it any time soon. I’d rather focus on my writing.
PS. Some of you will recognize one of Jude’s indigo resist moons. I keep finding one here and there in my scrap baskets and it’s like Christmas every time.
Yesterday: cold enough to see my breath. Today: they’re predicting temps in the 90’s.
Meanwhile, this small quilt is missing something (life?).
I love the orb (though I can’t quite say if it’s a sun or a moon) and I like the integrity of construction — the house is pieced; the orb is revered appliquéd. But it feels lacking. What would you add?
To add anything on top is to disrupt the construction. I’ve layered raw edge appliqué on pieced compositions more times than I can count — so why the hesitancy?
This little one, on the other hand, makes my heart sing. Fun fact: there were a couple of summers in my teens when I worked side by side with Sufis — I thought they were the coolest people on the planet.