Mom always says, "never cut a knot, always untie it. If you can't figure out how to untie a knot, you'll never figure out how to solve your problems."

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Sunday, March 18, 2012

soundless sunday

a touch of summer in the air so i though i'd stitch up a little piece to reflect that (this is still a WIP) but with the warm weather i thought my cloth needed to show a little bit of a green petticoat as well:
catching up on a few fascicles that i have completed...

The first set is fascicle 3

 Back Cover (left) contains the daily journal log that i keep: weather, words, and the table of contents.  Front Covers (right) are the days worked.

The second set is fascicle 4 (I think my favorite to date)

 This one took a while to complete but it was the one that i think i lingered over because i liked watching the stitches form.

 I placed a few beads on this following.  My sister sent them to me to try to work with and since I had never used beads before this was an experiment.  I can see them being used but it would have to have intention and purpose to make them work, i think.  Still - it was an interesting thought.
I'm still playing with the negative versus positive page lay-outs and on fascicle five I tried doing that as full page spreads, so the cover is the negative and the center-fold is the positive.

Now I'm awaiting the coming bounty of green fresh oak leaves...over night as by magic.

We've had almost 5 days now in and around 80.  To be honest too warm too soon.  The garden NEEDS attention and probably go straight to sowing beans and forget the peas! No spinach either but I grow sorrel so that makes up for the spinach.  I've got a few tulips and daffodils open and the forsythia as well is in color.
Hope your gardens are growing and stitches flowing.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

few words for wednesday

The Ides are almost here:
Ides of March cloth

I promised myself that my Ideas of March would be done by the 15th and so it is.

Details of the cloth:

center detail

center leaf detail
Most of the stitching is running stitch and the back split stitch.

I have to post my last fascicle pieces, 3-5. I'll work on that this week. Maybe do a silent Sunday post of nothing but images.   I've prepared a few other cloths for the coming month and working of a little gifting project for a birthday.  But my other pressing need is:

Here today, boro tomorrow!
Yes, I haven't patched a pair of jeans since the 60's! "Those were the days my friend, we thought they'd never end..."

I have to get better at posting...I am going to get better. Even though it's time to get the gardening going for 2012 I will, I will. 

and in conclusion to remind us all:

Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
Cry "Caesar!" Speak, Caesar is turn'd to hear.
Beware the ides of March.
What man is that?
A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
Julius Caesar Act 1, scene 2, 15–19 

And as Spring is here I bid you all to celebrate Lupercalia as well.  It is the festival of purification.  It is named for the she wolf that nursed Romulus and Remus. Young men would run through the street sans clothing and women would have their palms slapped (unclear if by the naked young fellows) to either ensure a safe delivery if pregnant or become pregnant if barren. Oh how simple those Arcadian days! 

Cheers and thank you for partaking in celebrating the Ides...

Sunday, March 4, 2012

arriving with march

Emily Dickinson said, Dear March - Come In
So I invite you as well.  I've been gone a bit, I know.  But, I've been stitching away. I have finished fascicles 4 and 5. Only thirty-five more to go!  I will compose a separate blog for that but today I'm welcoming March. 
March cloth
Dear March - Come in - 
How glad I am -
I hoped for you before -
Put down your Hat - 
You must have walked -
How out of Breath you are - 
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest -
Did you leave Nature well - 
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me -
I have so much to tell -

and telling in the details:
The cloth was first woven, ala cloth to cloth, and then stitched. The words on the cloth are there for me.  They are: 8th full moon, 3/14 pi day, 15th Ides, 2012, daffodils, after the Greek god of war, 31 days, Marze, Lentmont, 21 Spring and Ostara. Ostara is a Saxon/Germanic/pagan goddess that brings Spring. The swirls on the cloth are those March winds that have been blowing around. 
Ostara (1884) by Johannes Gehrts. The goddess flies through the heavens surrounded by Roman-inspired putti, beams of light, and animals. Germanic people look up at the goddess from the realm below.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ostara
Another day remembered on the cloth is 11:00 am, March 11, 2008.  That is for my dad.  
I got your Letter, and the Birds - 
The Maples never knew that you were coming -
I declare - how Red their Faces grew -         
But March, forgive me - 
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue - 
There was no Purple suitable - 
You took it all with you - 
I also am going to do a Ides of March cloth - seems to me each month has an Ides but we only remember March's... Still a WIP but even so:

The cloth is dyed with the indigo carmine and acorn.  It was folded during the dye process hence the lines.   
Who knocks? That April -
Lock the Door -
I will not be pursued -
He stayed away a Year to call 
When I am occupied -         
But trifles look so trivial 
As soon as you have come
That blame is just as dear as Praise 
And Praise as mere as Blame -
I also played around a little with weaving.  Jude has been talking about it over at Spirit Cloth here and here.  This brought back memories of when I use to rent a loom...about 35+ years ago when I first moved out on my own.   I would spend my evenings at a place called The Weaving Workshop weaving away.  It gave me great fun to tell people where I worked that I was going out to warp!  Anyway this is what I did.  It's about 3x5 inches. The brown thread is my walnut dyed thread.  The blue is purchased cotton.  
weave experiment
My father made the little "lap loom" if I can call it that, many a many years ago :
dad's touch
I found this a while ago, going through a draw in one of my old room's at my mom's.  It brought back more memories. 

The poems is Emily Dickinson's "Dear March - Come In"

I should be back by week's end with fascicles 4 and 5.  Thank you for welcoming March in with me.  Spring can not be too far away.  Cheers