An ending and a beginning

The Land as the Crow Flies is done and hung …

giving us something else to look at beside (or perhaps I should say “over”) the blather on TV …

And now, at long last, I’m indulging myself in quilt math and patch trials for Moon Myth …

an imaginary tale written for our grandkids about the moon in all its phases.

Working The Land

Deb Sposa at Artisun asked to see a close-up of the stitches on The Land as the Crow Flies


At the time I replied that I wasn’t sure I wanted to show them …


because they’re not what I consider my “best work” …

But I reconsidered, because these pictures detail a learning process I want to remember. How the thrift store linen clothing, torn into strips, would not be held by Jude Hill’s invisible basting alone. Nor by kantha stitches worked in Deb Lacativa’s “Dirty Threads.” Only a final application of single-strand overcast stitch along all the raw edges finally effected a cloth that felt capable of fully being.

It will soon be done and shown it in its final state. But I will never again love it as much as I love it now, my hands traveling over its imperfections, working The Land.

Miscellanea

There’s not much new to show as I keep adding stitches to The Land as the Crow Flies

 

but it is slowly getting stronger, becoming more itself.
So I thought a little catching up might be in order. First, there’s the matter of a breezeway newcomer crafted by Don …

 

using old ceiling fan blades …

 

and a repurposed wooden organ pipe …

 

I must say, though, my favorite part is the woodburned and milk-painted eye …

 

While taking pictures, I noticed a visitor in the Herb Garden …

 

And if any of you were wondering where I’ve been, we had grandkids visiting last week …

 

One of their projects was repainting some rusted metal airplanes (from a lawn ornament) and a  Kokopelli lamp stand (which are not going to remain together except for this photo) …
Their efforts, supervised by Pop Pop, are worthy of close-ups …

 

 

 

Of course, as I took these shots, my eye once again caught on something else: this time a metalwork roadrunner we gifted to each other that has found a home beside Don’s pueblo assemblage …

 

Lastly, a lovely gift appeared in the mail from Sue (Blessings of Thread) which my muddle stitching finger will appreciate (pun intended) …

 

Sue had also gifted me with a delightful bag when she was last in Texas. It has since been made into a much-needed ukulele case …

 

I do love repurposing!