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.

Story Cloth: a beginning?

I’ve been thinking a lot about what stories I want to tell and how cloth might be a part of that. This is where it ended up today …

And here’s how I got there.

I’ve been reading Jude Hill’s Spirit Cloth blog from the beginning … again. This time with more insight and the intention of taking notes with Jude’s words on the right and my responses to them on the left …

My all-time favorite cloth (to date) is Remember 2016, with a patch for each day of the year I turned 60. It currently lives on the back of a chair where I can see it every day …

Many of the patches hold words and I realized how much they are a part of my way. So I went to my boxes of cloth looking for these scraps of my mom’s shirt …

It was a simple, printed cotton, button-down shirt … one I claimed from my parents’ house on Shelter Island after my mom died in 2008. I wore it as a nightshirt for years, until it began to fall apart. Then I began to use it in paperless pieced cloth

a technique learned from Jude.

For this new project, I chose a piece of cloth from the worn elbow, one that had a flaw in it, and pondered what to write …

The pen I used has a pleasingly fine tip, but an annoying habit of vaporizing so quickly that it has to be reapplied again and again …

I chose to stitch the letters in creamy white silk, remembering this picture from Meg’s graduation in 2005, just before mom became debilitated by the cerebral vasculitis that would not be diagnosed until after her death …

Then I moved on to a second patch, inspired by this picture of Meg’s daughter, Parker …

She’s holding a miniature towel I made for the play kitchen her parents got for her second birthday, hence …

Dyed thread by Deb Lacativa

After stitching the words (and I’m feeling a bit rusty as it’s been a while), I pieced the two patches together with an overcast seam …

thereby joining the generations from my mom to my granddaughter …

A perfect pairing …