Therapy

I’ve been loving Acey’s collage challenge and my mind is bubbling with ideas for today’s treasure box prompt, but …

I have missed cloth. And as the impeachment trial begins, hard on the heels of the angst-inducing gun rights rally in my one-time home state of Virginia, I crave the calming, familiar rhythm of stitch.

So this then, row upon row of discontinuous backstitch in variegated Valdani #12 perle cotton …

which looks like running stitch …

but when worked on the “wrong side” it leaves a wonderfully wonky trail of stitches on the “right side” …

And since I’m testing the new light box …

here are some progressively closer views (because I very much like progressive views) …

And pulling back, the big picture of a thrift store linen shirt, previously dyed with windfall lichen …

and obviously not ironed anytime recently. Nor is it destined to be.

Essentially

Wednesday is house cleaning day, so I found myself rushing #crayonuary30 … settling for just coloring in the counties we’ve driven through or to in our travels through Oklahoma for the past ten years while trying out yet another new set of crayons …

You’ll notice it doesn’t look much like Oklahoma … the panhandle being noticeably absent. But much as Grace encountered yesterday, I’m having a bit of trouble fitting stuff onto the page. Ah well …

I didn’t do more than copy Acey’s Prompt #7:

Reverse yesterday’s prompt.  Find a collage piece that expresses the essential you perfectly.

Use it in a way that speaks to an important part of yourself that has rarely/never been included in the way you’ve used this type of image in the past.

Then I got to work cleaning the kitchen and bathrooms while letting the prompt work its magic in my mind. After lunch and a minor water leak occasioned by my failure to properly secure the washing machine drain trap (serves me right for being too fastidious), I finally started pulling collage stuff together.

My sister-in-law had recently sent some things from my parents’ former home: a watercolor portrait of my grandmother, seen here with the christening gown that she, my mom, my daughters and I all wore …

Then there was a photo of my family at Wade’s Beach on Shelter Island in 1964 (I’m the squinty 8-year-old who would soon thereafter be diagnosed with myopia) and a 1937 National Geographic about Colonial Williamsburg, where I worked for two decades …

Diane also sent some counted cross stitch pieces that I did in my twenties, including this one of the Geddy House in CW … the poor thing was mounted in Masonite, smashed against glass and then glued into a frame …

Casting about for one last essential thing, I pulled out this almost done family sampler and started putting my HP printer/copier/scanner to work …

Following Acey’s prompt was easy since I’ve never copied and used any of my stitching in a collage before, but what was really new to me was putting together so many disparate elements into a coherent whole …

And once I did, it turned out to be too large for the journal …

But as you can see peeking behind the original, my HP also has a reduce/enlarge function …

Another day in the book …

Joy-full

I simply like to make things …

Sometimes with an end in mind, as with this bit of Inktense block doodling that is destined to be torn apart …

for collage …

But mostly I just love getting lost in the making …

for its own sake.