Full to overflowing

I remember when school began after Labor Day, but nowadays, things get started mid-August …

P started Kindergarten and how did I get old enough to have a grandchild in college?! Not to mention, how did our littlest get to be three already? It all goes too fast …

As for stitching, I finished Abiquiu Autumn

which is on the other side of the petroglyph cloth I made in June …

Together they will now be called The New Mexico Pillow, and spend time next to Triangulation, the first of my Jude-inspired clothworks.

Backing up a bit, here’s what I thought about as I stitched Abiquiu Autumn …

The solid rust-colored cloth, dyed by Malka Dubrawsky at A Stitch in Dye, recalled the layers of rock towering over the road from Santa Fe to Ghost Ranch … rock that slowly becomes the sand of the high desert and the mud-coating of adobes … and every so often, the spires of rock would be topped with crowns of golden stone, the roadways rimmed with chamisa in bloom, and the Chama River bottom lined with golden cottonwood leaves … rarest and best were the glimpses of a thin layer of rock in the hills echoing the blue-green of desert sage. Southwest colors all.

The striped cloth, from sweet linen dresses outgrown by Parker and Ellis, triggered memories of human-wrought works … the etched and painted lines of Native American pottery … the woven stripes of baskets and blankets … the verticality of coyote fences … and vigas, the rough-hewn timbers jutting from the rooflines of adobe abodes.

Through it all, the colors recalled the desert air 6000 feet above sea level … and as I “quilted” the pieced cloth to the backing with Deb Lacativa’s magic threads, I thought of the Zia sun that graces the New Mexico State flag, emblem of the Land of Enchantment …

Don has been in a similar state of mind, having just completed another New Mexico inspired assemblage and a painting of an adobe …

Finally, I did re-hem the linen shirt that supplied me with the rock/chamisa/cottonwood gold, as well as stitching up some linen napkins to practice my hem stitching …

I’ve just started using Bohin needles, recommended by Sarah Woodyard of Sewn Company, which led me to try size 10 sharps and size 11 appliqué needles …

And since Jude is taking a break in September, I’ve decided to sign on to Sarah’s Patreon Workshop subscription to see what else I can learn from her.

Always I am learning …

Wait … wait … I almost forgot the garden pictures that Nancy requested! See if you can pick out the child’s eye views …

The good, the bad, and the silly … in no particular order

It is raining for the first time in 45 days, so I went outside to smell the scent of it and to uncover the new baby tomato plants, which have never before experienced rain …

which lasted all of five minutes … poof!

We’re also growing swallowtail caterpillars which are exceedingly fond of parsley … 15 of them at last count …

And I have no idea what this is all about, but I love it all the same …

On the other hand, I wasn’t loving the paper piecing experiment, so I disassembled it …

Hopefully the third time will be the charm.

Perspective

While we were at the beach, it occurred to me how my perception can be so different from the reality that the camera records (and yes, the camera’s “reality” is yet another matter for consideration).

This in particular was what struck me: how my perception of the beach is that the ocean looms much larger than the sand and the sky, as in this cropped photo view …

while the uncropped image shows the ocean to be a much narrower slice of the whole landscape …

So that’s what was in my mind as I gathered cloth for the other side of The Edge of Heaven

I imagined how how blank patches of sea and sand and sky could be combined with Deb’s cloth

and tried out variations on my design floor …

Until the story came clear … of the sun rising in the east over a dark sea …

and then setting in the west as the golden hour illuminated both the faces of our loves and the waves beyond the dune …

Cloth holding memory yet again, in my own unique perception …

And now all that remains to discern is how it all might come together and become The Golden Hours