One morning, standing at the bus stop, I considered that the curb is a liminal place.
Liminal... a place of transition.
As a pedestrian (or a squirrel) the curb is the transition from a place of safety, to a place of risk.
Stepping off the curb is to be in movement.
Things collect along the curb...leaves, trash, water, thoughts.
Stripes for October 23rd: 2 stripes gray, 2 stripes purple and 2 stripes green.
I've realized that I need to save most of my rows for the purple if I want those stripes to be the measure of sunlight, otherwise I will have a monster scarf.
I finished stitching the lettering (Melville's quote that is in the sidebar) on this
and then cut it up to sew into a basket.
It now needs, as Jude would say, some design mending.
Also there has also been a bit of moon making...
Walnut/onion dye bath over cotton print.