Impatience

So I peeked last night …

Unfortunately, the center of the spiral wasn’t as defined as I had hoped. And because I unwrapped the cloth while it was still damp, a lot of the color washed out …

But I learned from that (which was the whole point). Then tried again, this time stitching with doubled thread, taking more process shots along the way …

I used just one color: Payne’s gray (or is it grey?) … which I love. But as it dried the gray began to look too uniform, so I mixed up a bit more and touched it onto the still-damp cloth.

Once again unable to wait any longer, I unbundled it this morning …

and methinks it made through washing and ironing just fine …

So now I’m pondering how best to work with complementary colors without muddling them together (the key word being “mud”). However, those trials will have to wait until we get back from our sojourn in New Mexico. For sure I’ll be looking for lots of inspiration while there.

Addenda: Shibori trials so far (for scale, the Inktense book is 2” x 3”)

And this is for Nancy …

– Almost a week

Retrospective (11/7)
Patch #288 Hi bird

What didn’t get written into the original post was our visit to the Austin Nature and Science Center with G. In addition to trails and hands on artifacts such as fossils, the center has a small menagerie of injured and imprinted animals that can’t survive in the wild.
One in particular breaks my heart … an imprinted roadrunner that spends her life spinning in circles, then stopping while her eyes jerk back and forth. After which she begins to spin again.
Except, G and I quietly crouched down and I coached him to softly whisper “Hi bird” over and over again. It worked. She stopped her endless spinning, turned her head to the side, and listened …

The memory patch came about as I looked at a printed fabric and saw a stylized roadrunner, so I stitched it with images of Mesoamerican gods gliding behind my eyes.
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Yesterday was a productive day …

with retrospective patches completed for October 2
featuring an overlay of Texas …

on Europe …

October 3
showing two rounds of pomegranate dyeing …

using liquid concentrate …

and aluminum acetate mordant purchased from Dharma Trading …

October 4
featuring my first attempts at Inktense Shibori, the first of which reminded me of the queen butterflies in our garden …

And October 6
featuring the second bit of Shibori, a tribute to Hazel’s wonderfully wild hair …

Today we’re headed to Austin, where we plan to have some more fun with G while his mom and dad celebrate their 8th wedding anniversary (a little early).

– Three-fer Thursday

Retrospective (10/14)

Patch #280 Hazel’s swirled

I loved seeing what Hazel did to her hair in this post at Handstories 
She called it metamorphosis, which fit perfectly with the bit of butterfly Shibori in this patch/homage.
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I finally finished the September patches with this trio …

For those of you coming over from Jude Hill’s SunMoonStars, I’ve been making a patch for each day of 2016. Sometimes (okay, many times) I get behind. So when I do finish a patch, I insert it retrospectively into the original post. I’ve even got a subject heading titled Retrospective in the Index with 100+ entries.
So today I finished the patch for September 19
which was inspired by Jude Hill’s post Turning. In the original post, I pictured a close-up shot of my antique clock reel, which coincidentally resembled a rising/setting sun …

The original post for September 20th
promised a take on yellow indiangrass. So I cut a stem to better see the colors …

then found a variegated floss that would work …

resulting in this …

Last, but not least, I conjured up memories of my teenage peace activist years for the September 21 post about Vietnam

My mom’s family was quite conservative (as was my mom), but I took after my liberal-minded dad. Consequently, I wore black armbands and clothing embellished with peace signs quite frequently … including at family gatherings. One uncle used to disdainfully point out that I was wearing the “sign of the American chicken,” but in spite of the glowering looks and shaking heads, I persisted. I’m proud of it to this day and my only regret is that I stopped wearing peace signs after the Vietnam War ended …

I guess I could remedy that anytime, right?