since the goats arrived, everything has been different. all the same things, just in different order i guess. and in all that, working on the Diaries Cloth has taken on a strong pull. even if it's just a line or two of Kantha, i find myself going over to her several times a day. since people have been showing up, the door hasn't been on the table, the table now sometimes having ...food. or coffee.
so the cloth is just bunched there. the right panel that i am finishing with kantha is the only part of her spread flat, and just the 6 or 8" that i'm working on. so it's been very different. and as i stitch, often standing, i find my gaze drifting to the shapes of the rest of the cloth...not flat in the "story of the rooms", but in a topography of stitch, color, form:
so...i'll be finished with the kantha on this side very very soon.
Then...for the first time in weeks, i'll pin her back up on the wall. see what has happened. see where to go next. most likely begin the kantha on the lft panel.
but as i look at the stitching and shapes against one another, i am seeing so many Different, singular, small cloths. i am loving having reached this point. there is a devotion to the work, now.
