Base-ic

Back in the day –before the word “base” was abased by the current occupant of the White House (I refuse to use either his name or his title)– I learned about making bases at Spirit Cloth.

At the time, I couldn’t imagine going beyond the piecing, but now I do see where the base is but a background for story. So I am finally back to the bed cloth, creating the base for the far right/west edge …

which will become midnight …

and then gradually move left into evening and sunset before emerging into the light of day in the middle of the cloth …

I’m stitching the strips of thrifted linen cloth with a combination backstitch followed by two running stitches …

something I dubbed the Texas Two-Step for the lovely marks it leaves on the B-side …

And so it goes …

Off

I’m still here, drinking my morning coffee while reading Kindred Spirit blogs …

The table a 1920s inheritance with a veneer top that had seen better days. So Don painted it …

Much better!

If only the world could be so quickly remade. Instead, I watch mesmerized as the news cycle churns. Feeling I have not much worth saying, and so saying nothing.

But reading … so much. On Instagram

in newsletters

podcasts (which are easier for me to read than to hear) …

and the Kindred Spirit blogs of course.

Plus, I’ve been working through some very minor (not Covid) symptoms that actually prompted a trip to the doctor’s office (here I clench my teeth in remembrance of the angst). Subsequent antibiotics cured the ills, but triggered side effects that left me feeling the meaning of malaise.

No matter. I did get out enough to start trimming back the walls of hedge in our front yard …

Opening spaces for Don to fill …

I know some find this kind of trimming beneath contempt … lollipopping. But I like being able to see through … and imagine some future peace offerings might hang there, a la Fiona

and Barry

And stitching. Well, it goes … in fits and starts … with a little help from my friends …

stitching a sea of hope …