Done and done

The second cataract surgery went well(ish) yesterday. Everything’s fine now, but ’twas uncomfortable for a time.

More important, Remember 2016 is now complete, front and back …

I stitched a white flannel backing to the pieced front using two strands of Deb Lacativa’s magical floss, running the stitches to the right side of each patch, zigging and zagging as I went, then running along the bottom of each patch …

which left a wonderfully random pattern on the b-side …

The raw edges of the flannel were turned under, stitched through to the front along the edge, then hemmed and finally secured with a second line of running stitch that did not go through to the front …

Which is probably only clear to me, but I’m recording it here so I can reference it later as needed. I even managed to sorta miter the corners …

And called it done.

And yet …

In my tiny corner of the world, I have tried one thing and another to keep my creative heart happy whilst awaiting cataract surgery. But my “good” eye is full of floaters, while my really bad eye sees everything in triplicate. As a result, I’ve ripped out more unsatisfactory results than I care to recall lately.

And yet …

Today I figured out what I can do. I decided to finally put a white flannel backing on Remember 2016 (please note it really is as asymmetrical as it looks) …

After bidding the b-side a fond farewell …

I pinned the two layers together and began stitching with two strands of magical silk/cotton thread dyed and gifted by Deb Lacativa

It’s such a little thing in the context of what’s going on in the world when there is so much to bemoan. So much loss and change and angst. So much fear and sadness and frustration touching oldsters and youngsters, teachers and frontline workers, people of color and immigrants, those who have lost livelihoods and those who have lost loved ones … the list is endless.

And yet …

Look at these smiles on the first day of “real” school …

and virtual school …

and pre-school …

and most especially on this first day of patient care in nursing school …

All of them moments of Zen.

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 …