“The pathologies of love do not necessarily work against relationship. They have a meaningful place, a job to do, and a color to add. . . If we could see our relationship problems as signs that the soul is trying to move, we might give them more positive attention. . .”
From SoulMates, by Thomas Moore
Piecing fabric can be obsessive. It can be calming, too. After a decent run to Salem (a little too much bossing for this younger sister), I’m grateful for the quiet, for bins of fabric, and for late afternoon sun bright enough to thread my needles in.
And the winner is: Michelle! The scraps have already gone in the mail. It’s nice to send something back to Michelle given that she mailed me this delightful print not so long ago.
We got about four inches of snow yesterday, followed by rain, which made today’s walk treacherous. But! We are definitely at the time of year when you can begin to notice the lengthening of the days.
I reviewed a manuscript over a delicious lunch with a friend today. Such a nice way to do it. Not only because her memoir features a lot of personal loss, but because it’s a such an immediate and tangible thanks. I’ll have to remember that. Take your readers to lunch!
Tomorrow is my birthday. That’s me on the left. Nana Mallon in the middle. My sister on the right. I think it might’ve been the weekend of my First Communion. I can’t remember what was happening at the moment this picture was taken (it looks like Nana is pinching me? playfully, but perhaps a little too hard?), but I do remember her cautioning us against eating jelly donuts outside because the bees visiting the red tulips in the foundation beds might fly right down our throats. (Posted previously 8/16. Having trouble grabbing the link).
And after that snippet, who doesn’t need a little fairy tale? Isn’t she lovely?It’s from “East of the Sun, West of the Moon” by Mercer Mayer. I just searched (and searched) for and couldn’t find the illustrator. Does anyone know?
It’s snowing hard. The tension on my machine is off. The Great British Baking Show is on.
Warm colors are nice this time of year. This wonky log cabin will be a baby blanket. We called baby blankets, “baa-baa’s” in this house. How about in yours?
I used to go down to Pembroke to a fabric wholesaler to buy cotton and scissors. Not so, these eight-inch dressmaking shears. They came from Amazon.
Just so you know (re: my carbon footprint), Pembroke is probably a 40 minute drive.
I’d been sawing at cloth for nearly a year. Having sharp scissors in the house is as delightful as getting a decent haircut was last week!
PS. The light behind the quilt makes clear there is at least one seam that needs straightening. You know it’s crooked if I’m prepared to fix it!
Added a roof. Up next: ground. Am trying to correct the tilt of the house, but perhaps I shouldn’t?
Yesterday Trayvon Martin would’ve turned 23. My heart still breaks to see his face.
Here’s a poet with powerful things to say about motherhood and blackness.