– It’s not all about me

Since I expect to stitch my monthly rows of patches together, I’ve decided to end the odd numbered months (January, March, May, etc.) with a named calendar patch as I did yesterday.

Even months (February, April, etc.) will begin with a named patch, as I did today …
Patch #32
Rose pink linen from a thrifted blouse fussy stitched with one strand of DMC

 

I confess that I’ve been planning this patch for a while as a way to begin celebrating Melissa’s 30th birthday on the 14th. Please note: in our family we do not use the V-word when talking about a certain mid-February holiday … at least not in front of Melissa.
As I stitched, I thought …
Thought that the color of the linen looked just like the foam my mom used to skim off the top of her strawberry jam … spread on the heel of a freshly baked loaf of bread it was ambrosia.
Thought how it’s a leap year, so there are 29 days in February … that Melissa will not be 29 years old much longer … and how I was 29 myself when she was born in 1986.
Thought how the red thread just didn’t look right on the numbers and letters, so I tore it out. And in the gray light of a foggy morning, what I thought was variegated gray thread turned out to be variegated teal … which was perfect, since teal is currently a favorite color of Melissa’s.

Thought how Melissa returned with a zebra print cowboy hat on her 16th birthday trip to Ft. Worth with Don (who was consulting with the Fort Worth schools at the time) … how much has changed since then …

And then I was done.

The sun broke through and I decided it was high time to photograph Don’s assemblage of assemblages …
aka the Front Porch Series. One piece has yet to be shown here …

 

Another was only shown in process …

 

And because they’re hard to photograph, even in panorama …
here they are in three takes from left to right …

 

 

 

– Seeing red

I’m thinking ahead to tomorrow, when we will spend the day with our three-year old grandson in Austin. G’s favorite color is orange, so tomorrow’s patch color is pre-ordained.

Which led me to think about doing a Roy G Biv series of patches, starting with red today …
Patch #5

 

It wasn’t as easy as I expected. Even though I had sorted through my linen and linen/cotton stash, putting it in order by color families …
Note: that lovely watercolor lighthouse was a $65 find
at the Williamsburg Antique Mall many years ago
still, I found it challenging to find a good, strong red …

Two of the reds from the natural dyeing workshop in November look far better in this picture than in the cloth, as the dyes were hardly as saturated as they appear. In the end I chose the commercially dyed linen/cotton up top, tearing it to avoid the more orange-leaning strands.

It turned out to be a good choice in another way … the darker brown/black strands shooting through the red ended up reminding me of the tree branches that stood out against the early morning sky when I made my daily walk to the end of the driveway today.
And since red was on my mind, I thought to document another assemblage in Don’s Porch Series
The better to be seen in this angled close up …
Turkey on the car

– Grass (not wool) gathering

We have friends coming to visit from Virginia, so we’re fixing things up a bit and I decided to show off some of the grasses that grow on our homestead. This is the view from the kitchen window with a westering sun back-lighting the (mostly) single stems, the better to see the incredible diversity of forms …

Our funky balsamic vinegar vases on the front porch beams needed refreshing …
so I filled them with stems of purple top, yellow Indian grass, and little bluestem …
“Do you think they need to be cut down a little?” Don ventured.
“Not at all.” I replied, “I want to show how incredibly tall they are.”
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A bit of Lindheimer’s muhly ended up on the breezeway …
I gathered some more love grass and just let it arrange itself …
… at least I think it’s love grass

 

And ended by picking out stems of switchgrass broken during the recent storm (which dropped a foot or so of rain), adding them to the dried blades Don cut last year …

 

when my eye caught on Don’s latest assemblage (upper left of the previous picture) not yet documented here, so I snapped one last picture …
Time to call it a day.