pockets!
When I try on my robe, my hands automatically reach for what was not there…until today! I cut the pockets out of the well-loved but worn-out pants and pinned them into place. Then stitched...
Category: Making
a made place…
I reread Robert Duncan’s poem “Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow” yesterday. Found the initial stanzas very relevant to the robe I am making. as if it were a scene made-up...
Covering up
I feel an urgency about covering up the purple sheet fabric on the robe. Gravitating toward dark colors and silks. Ripping and pinning and piecing. I’m thinking of the project in phases: large, medium,...
Revisioning
Yesterday I made a magic nine-patch from one inch squares. Then I took it outside in a snow flurry and photographed it on a rock. This was a simple ceremony. Today I made an...
Odd jobs
I don’t feel like I did very much today. I worked at the computer for a few hours, which never feels like I have much to show for it. But I also worked on...
Getting to know a cloth
I’m getting to know this beautiful piece of cloth, a gift from my friend Suzanne. It has two tears in it. One short, one long. More than tears really, they need to be patched...
A weaving interlude
Weaving is so cool. I really like it, although I feel uneasy with the newness of it and the seemingly vast amount of techniques, lore, and materials out there. Susan Barrett Merrill’s book The...