Grace-less

I miss Grace. And I’m sure I’m not alone in wandering over to Windthread, even knowing she’s no longer there. The Rolling Stones song Wild Horses plays in my mind’s ear. Grace always did say she liked Mick Jagger.

Surely she has made her way home to The Hill by now. Tay and Tazmeena and the goats exploring. Grace and Emrie getting acquainted, at long last. A family reunited.
So while waiting for word, this cloth unexpectedly demanded to be made …

Grace will surely approve of the glue stitching that has bound these Texas-dyed cloths together with Deb Lacativa’s hand dyed harem cloth backing. 
I’ll let you know what becomes of it.

Getting back to "The Land … "

Working on the pennant for Mo’s project put The Land as the Crow Flies on a back burner, as you can see from the date …

Now that I’m back to it, trees are beginning to crop up …

And the cloth has been trimmed down …

to fit within the space where it will eventually reside …

The plan, for now at least, is to leave it hanging except when I am actively working on it. We’ll see how that goes.
I also popped off a couple of simple projects to get back up to speed. Jeans mended with vintage cloth from Glennis Dolce …

along with a little darning on the side …

And a patched shell woven with Deb Lacativa’s dyed floss …

requested by G for his birthday …

bringing back memories of Jude Hill’s Considering Weave class in 2014 when I first met many of the Kindred Spirits who reside in the right sidebar.