I’ve wanted to make a queen bed-size covering for a while now. Watching Jude as she hunkers down … seeing Hazel tangled up in blue … always being amazed by Judy Martin and her daughter April … reading story in Grace’s big cloth … loving Dee’s cloth collaging … taking heart in Saskia’s exploration of larger cloths … and so many others besides. Kindred Spirits all.
Never one to follow the usual paths, I plan to not-plan. At least not too much. For now I have gathered cloth …
Much of it clothing, long-loved, none more than this …
India print cotton torn from a dress I got in high school … that I wore when Don and I were dating … that has traveled with us to every home we have ever lived in.
I wondered how Don would feel about me tearing it up.
“To sleep under?” The tenderness in his voice was all the answer I needed.
So now I am beginning, mixing one strand of Deb’s thread with one strand of DMC, lest I run out too quickly …
Stitching big and bold … planning to collage an entire king-size flannel sheet with pieces of me … a work in progress, yet to be named.
