Connecting threads

I recently found my way to Karen at Stitching Life via the sidebar on Jude’s Spirit Cloth. Karen’s current post, in which she replicates a bit of nineteenth-century pattern on 40-count silk, lit up the long-neglected synapses that connect the current me to the once-upon-a-time me. So I sent her a link to this image …

Then I actually read my post, which included this image …

and the words “I’m starting to wonder where my bit of even-weave cloth will end up.”

I suspect Mo is nodding her head as she surely knows where this is going. The tiny bit of linen ended up being 1.5″ to a side and I know that because I gave it away …

sent it to Mo in Australia along with a bit of rust dyed cloth, where she incorporated both into the Key Book

https://ackertart.blogspot.com/2021/12/key-book.html

And the story might have ended there, except that Mo dreamed up I Dream of a World Where Love is the Answer, to which I responded. And somehow, in the course of that magical time, Mo gifted the Key Book to me

The pennant with Old Man Crow’s lyrics to I Dream of a World Where Love is the Answer, travelled to Australia, where it lives with Mo and Rod to this day …

The mended shell eventually returned home to Texas (where it subsequently became a part of a published book, which is a story for another day) …

and now sits on the same shelf as the Key Book

Last, but not least, here is one of Mo’s exquisite drawings from The Illustrated Lyrics of Old Man Crow, which arrived September 12, 2016. How do I know that? It’s all on the blog

A dream come true

May 7, 2021 – A torn and tattered heart reimagined

I scrolled and scrolled to get to this post in Mo’s blog and her reply to a comment …

The rest is Kindred Spirit history, beautifully documented on Mo’s blog through the tag I dream of a world where love is the answer and in an online catalog of her resulting Artsite Gallery exhibit.

It was the online catalog that led Andra Stanton to send me an email inviting me to contribute to a book she was writing for Schiffer. I confess to being skeptical at first, but she included the title of her book, Dimensional Cloth, which convinced me to explore further.

Many emails and two years later, Andra’s latest book, How Art Heals, has now been published …

and the oddment from Mo’s exhibit, first written about in my original blog

appears on page 156 (where credit is incorrectly given to me for the first photograph, but was actually taken from Mo’s online catalog) …

All of which I find most amazing. So thank you Mo for making this possible … on so many levels. And to Old Man Crow for the words and music that carried us through. May we all continue to dream.

Bell bottom blues

I was the last kid in my high school to get bell bottoms because my mom, thinking that the “fad would never last,” refused to buy something that she was sure I wouldn’t wear for more than a month.

When she finally relented and let me get a pair, they were too short and definitely not Levis. It ruined me for life. Once I got a job and my driver’s license, I bought my own jeans: long and Levi’s. To this day, my jeans have to be dragging-the-ground long and yes, they’ve got to be Levis.

I present to you Exhibit A, from my high school yearbook …

and Exhibit B, from last week …

So yeah, some things never change. Fortunately, my mending skills have improved somewhat (along with my taste in shoes and socks). For instance, I did try stitching a pair of jeans a few years back …

But this time I wanted to try a patchplay solution. So I sacrificed a much-loved-but-no-longer-worn denim dress, first cutting off pieces of the hem …

and then attaching them to the trimmed back edges of my jeans. This patch was attached with Jude Hill’s glue stitch (seen here on the “other side”) …

and this one was attached with running stitch (also a b-side view) …

I bound the raw edges on the inside with blanket stitch, but for the outside I used Jude Hill’s wrap stitch and two strands of Deb Lacativa’s magic thread

To good effect methinks …

Now I just need to tackle the Levis that I bought at a Wimberley thrift store for two-bucks-a-pop and wore to shreds …

It’s a good thing that old dress has a lot of bound edges!