Peaches from the garden for breakfast.
The first one was eaten over the sink, the second with yogurt.
Chicory. Not a weed. It's wanted.
Sky colored.
The dress I've been working on today is sky colored too.
A cloud on a sunny day.
And it has pockets.
I don't think I'd put a peach in the pocket though.
It has always been true for me.
Past, present, future.
We live with them all, but one day at a time, the moment is what we live.
She's fine now, but yesterday Lola's heart stopped.
She was at the vet to get her teeth cleaned. Instead of getting her teeth cleaned, she got her heart checked out. Everything seems fine, best guess is she had a reaction to the medicines she was given to prep for the surgery.
Here's the thing I really wanted to share...because it's so strange. A dog's heart can stop, she can have the dog version of CPR and medications...and can come home the same day.
Her vet and I are in agreement, she doesn't need her teeth cleaned anymore.
Given all that...today's "get it out of the project pile" project was to to make this pillow:
Walnut and sumac dyed silk for the front, redwood cone dyed silk for the back.
The pillow form was made with thread and fabric trimmings for zero waste.
One day at a time...
so glad this is the post I am writing today.
I wove this during one of Jude's classes I think.
The yellow fabric in onion skin dyed cotton.
Yesterday I made it into a pillow. The strips still need to be stitched down a bit more, but it will hold for now.
And it is lovely to hold.
Once upon a time it was a skirt that wasn't worn much.
And now it's not.
Not sure if this will head back to the indigo vat.
Maybe.
More blues...pie?
The most difficult question to answer right now is often, "how are you?" Fine most of us reply, sometimes good. I think it is habit. Or a fear of upsetting others by being honest.
I don't think any of us are fine. We are treading water, holding on, just getting through the day.
At work (I've been at work all through COVID, essential worker) we've had to remind each other to be gentle with ourselves, to be gentle with each other.
The "me" that shows up here asks why a lot. It's hard to hold on to why make? Why share what we are making? How can this be important with everything else that is going on?
Here's my answer...I think many of us that make things do so because we are caregivers. We want to fix things, share things, explain things, make the world more beautiful.
There are so many ways to do this and we need them all.
"Mending hearts" is a phrase that came to me many years ago. I thought it would be a blanket, thought that I had the foundation for it in a blanket that I cut apart and had stared to restitch. It wasn't feeling right and it changed directions into a smaller project.
Sometimes we need to make things smaller.
The first first project with the cut apart blanket is a basket to hold some of my daily sewing supplies.
As I creep closer to the end of my pledge to blog daily for 119 days I wonder "what next?" It isn't just how often to blog, but why blog?
I think it is because there are more things that need mending.
Over the next 20 days that's going to be at the back of my mind.
P.S. I am okay Mom, really. :)
One edge is not equal to the other yet.
The goal for this weekend is to finish a few things.
So bias tape, pockets, button holes, buttons and trimming hems...
Trimmings make good twine.
And one last family rose...this one is "Green Ice." It was one of my Grandpa Homer's favorites.
I took the stitching outside tonight.
The mosquitoes have arrived.
So I moved one of my bog gardens up to the front porch.
Just another form of organic gardening...
This evening I am stitching binding onto the edge of a jacket and thinking about how we are all on edge, all altered...
(I am okay, just tired.)