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an odd week, but not without Beauty

it came.  the eco dye pieces i ordered from Arlee

 
and further,  two other surprises...a gift of a leaf moon enclosed  AND  look! at the beautiful stamps on her envelope.  this moon is just magical...a perfect moon for my            need            .  leaf moon.  the 3 fabric pieces are just as i'd hoped...just so so great.  THANKS!!!!!!!!!!!  Arlee for performing this  gift of dyeing...you have the gift            and i am so happy to have this cloth to work with.   

and then Alzheimer's B and i finished cleaning out her closets of almost all her clothing that no longer fits,   which i took to the Thrift Shop          except for this
and when i got it home i thought      Oh jeez, grace.  this is a HUGE skirt with yards and yards of fabric.  why!!!!!!  but then,   this morning i cut off a strip...very thin...maybe  a half inch?  and then ripped that in two and as i was sitting in my "morning chair", noticed a threaded needle nearby

there was the collar of the linen shirt lying there too and i thought, why not.  first a strip of the right side and then turned on the wrong.....and as Jude's post was titled,  A Little Romance on Friday....well, this was for sure a little romance on saturday....i am completely in love. 
 

 

 

 

 

how it can go

i couldn't find the piece i was looking for           but    did       find this        and yes. 

 

composition

in Jude's Whispering Hearts, she posted about composition, about relaxing into it.  Talking about "working from the chaos of the thing ~ the basket of Randomness ~ the capacity to create maybe from noticing things about yourself, relating them to things around you ~

the sense of freedom of doing that"

so i worked with those thoughts and became lost in the process of it.  it doesn't matter whether this composition is good or not.  or if i will change it or not.  none of that mattered.  what DID matter was the deep pleasure of being totally absorbed in the placing of so many small bits of cloth, watching how each changed everything,  feeling how i responded to those changes.

 

 

for Manya

i do this.  rush to the book shelf to find maybe a sentence or two sentences, maybe that i need in the moment.  this morning it was from The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy

and i found the two sentences i needed, but they were right next to many sentences that immediately filled me with images of you and your tent and the young men hesitating to ask for meat.  so, here:

"In the broad, covered corridor...the colonnaded kuthambalam abutting the heart of the temple where the Blue God lived with his flute, the drummers drummed and the dancers danced, their colors turning slowly in the night.  Rahel sat down cross-legged, resting her back against the roundness of a white pillar.  A tall canister of coconut oil gleamed in the flickering light of the brass lamp.  The oil replenished the light.  The light lit the tin.

It didn't matter that the story had begun, because kathakali discovered long ago that the secret of the Great Stories is that they             have     no secrets.  The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again.  The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably.  They don't deceive you with thrills and trick endings.  They don't surprise you with the unforseen.  They are as familiar as the house you live in.  Or the smell of your lover's skin.  You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don't.  In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won't.  In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn't and yet you want to know again.    That       is their mystery and their magic.

To the Kathakali Man these stories are his children and his childhood.  He has grown up within them.  They are the house he was raised in, the meadows he played in.  They are his windows and his way of seeing.  So when he tells a story, he handles it as he would a child of his own.  He teases it.  He punishes it  He sends it up like a bubble.  He wrestles it to the ground and lets it go again.  He laughs at it because he loves it.  He can fly you across whole worlds in minutes, he can stop for hours to examine a wilting leaf.  Or play with a sleeping monkey's tail.  He can turn effortlessly from the carnage of war into the felicity of a woman washing her hair in a mountain stream.  From the crafty ebullience of a rakshasa with a new idea into a gossipy Malayali with a scandal to spread.  From the sensuousness of a woman with a baby at her breat into the seductive mischief of Krishna's smile.  He can reveal  the nugget of sorrow that happiness contans.  The hidden fish of shame in a sea of glory.

He tells stories of the gods, but is yarn is spun from the ungodly, human heart."

happy the biggest holiday of the year in Greece, Manya......xoxoxoxo ad infinitum

 

 

lets see what this looks like

 

wooHOOOO, i think it's better????

you never know

the favorite, applicable phrase for Everything of the little boy who used to live next door.

and it certainly seems to be true of the moment....         just start feeling fancy for correcting the techie challenge of mysterious russian text, and THIS computer begins making an un nerving buzzing sound and then shutting itself Off.  for no known reason.  and so....

if i just am not here, out of the blue,  will be because of the above and i will be figuring out how to get a new computer. 

and, i finally got a thumb drive and for the last two days Daughter Cloth Jenny has been trying to walk me through (phone) downloading my photographs.  which is now done. 

and then, look what happened

because of Kaite's unrelenting concern about this being the base cloth for the Moth Cloth, i separated them.  but still had deep feeling for this Universe cloth....and DID like the gauze there.  so...you never know.  now it's own cloth and a Heart cloth nonetheless.  because i don't so far want to interrupt the cloth itself, i am What Ifing with the gauze, threads, and maybe a particular string, if i can find it             and i will border the whole cloth around all the edges with things, maybe????

 

 

 

something has become of me

so, today,  after the Tai Chi lesson,  i go to alzheimery B's house. washed her just so recently fixed curved windows in her kitchen.  cleaned the kitchen, which i had not been able to do for almost two weeks because of the window work.  all the while, she is commenting about being hungry.  am I hungry?,  she asks several times?,  no, not really,  i answer several times till finally i say      do you wanna walk up to the Plaza and get a wienie from the Hot Dog guy?   enthusiastic response!!!!!  YES!!!!   so lick and a promise to both bathrooms and we are off.   slow going,  her balance isn't good.  couple weeks ago she fell and got a shiner.  it's still vaguely greenish.  so, slow.  and we notice the same things we have taken note of for the last couple years as this is the same place we're going as where the Farmer's Market is.  it's our route.  crumbling curbs that she doesn't approve of.  houses that look empty and uncared for (disapproval),  the place that takes salvage metal..., (an eyesore) .  but some trees are blooming and we check each for fragrance.  we talk to everyone and anyone on the way.  and we get to the Plaza, which is a circular center of town in any older place in New Mexico and TaDa, our first wienie of the season from the Hot Dog Guy who greets her  with gusto and we sit on the bench with our hotdogs, chips and drink.  there is a good wind today.  we have to keep track of our napkins and even chip bags.  weighing them down with stones.

all the while, in the privacy of my mind, i am mulling over the latest estimate for tree cutting up. i have three.  two from some previous years that have been just laying there and then my recently fallen Tree Husband/Lover.   some years ago, how many?, hmmm, i would have cut them with a saw.  i dont particularly like machine things of any kind.  but...that would take me days.  i'd rather be sewing.  so....thinking.

on impulse, i ask if she thinks she feels like walking over to the hardware.  yes.  so, we go and spend a considerable amount of time studying chain saws with the hardware guy and also a few different customers who had opinions to offer.  all of the gas saws require starting with that Pull Thingy.  the hardware guy who sold me my Weed Whacker says, yes, it's harder to start these chain saws even than that.  hmmmm.  by the time i start my weed whacker, which is a heavy duty Brush wacker, really, .....i am all worn out.  so...

it's electric.  

it's wimpy.  it's less than what i would have had to pay any of those guys to cut the wood.  and the hardware guy swears it will do the job.  and really........to be totally honest, i'd rather be working on the Daughter Cloth than sawing sawing sawing for days.  so...i've                     Sold Out. 

 

 

 

 

out of character

Very. 

SO Very Out of Character that i am finding it difficult to even ....uhhhhh,  even,  well   ummmm  stop staring at it.

 

securing edges

in Jude's Whispering Hearts,  the lesson for today is about

securing edges

i have taken the day from the Daughter Cloth to work on this small moth cloth. 

the moth is not there, in the moment, because i wanted to make the moon's ripples first.  moth is just sitting in the basket.  waiting.

i spent most of the day trying to make the eye different.  i'm not sure at all what i wanted it to be,  but different.   softer somehow?maybe????  but it wouldn't.  no matter what i did, and i did a LOT,  it was just what it was.