The cloth with no name

This is where I am today with the (still unnamed) cloth I began last month as a 40th anniversary commemorative …

It’s been a journey from my original plan, which was to make a new-fangled sampler …

I even got so far as to stitch the lettering on the bottom half, seen here photographed with one of my new clip-on iPhone camera lenses …

But even though I was happy with the clouds, created by loosely backstitching marks on the hand-dyed cloth …

the lettering just didn’t feel right, so I tore it out. 
Then, while looking for something else entirely, I came across a long-lost envelope of Jude Hill’s indigo-dyed “planets,” which sent me running off in an entirely new direction …

I’m still not 100% sure about the frame, but considering how the size seems near-perfect, I’m thinking it’s meant to be.
Addendum: As I waited for this post to load, it occurred to me that the cloth has become an un-sampler … US 

How time flies

The sock puppets were a wonderful diversion, if not exactly as I had imagined they might be …

Boys will be boys …

And if the weather wasn’t as sunny as usual, still there is nothing better than a walk on the beach …

Unless maybe it’s a bonfire with s’mores …

or a trip to the aquarium …

or a dip in the pool …

or making cookie dough (with some baked cookie dough for those who prefer such things) …

There was even some stitching on a family sampler long in the making, now nearing its end …

All our grandchildren together for one last picture …

until next year.

– What’s in a name

Patch #310 Red letter day

Years ago, when I was the Needleworker at Colonial Williamsburg, my father suggested that I create a stylized signature in stitch. A brand, if you will, although I don’t think he called it that.
In hindsight, this wasn’t a surprising suggestion as he was a marketing exec for a toy company and worked on Madison Avenue. However, my modus operandi at the time was cross stitch and I wasn’t able to see my way out of the figurative box that format imposed.
Indeed, I neglected signing my work more often than not. And when I did, it was arguably “over-wrought” as these two samplers amply depict …

So today I was faced with signing a newly completed gift and once again found myself supremely dissatisfied with the result. As I tore out the stitches, I thought about my recent forays into eccentric lettering and started to play …

At long last, I actually liked what I saw … 

and went with it …