my life in stitches

okay. am i working on this piece or is it working on me?
sigh.
let’s review:
day 1: enjoyed collection of and introduction to materials.
day 2: discontent set in. liked the backside better, so back is now the front.
day 3: hate the lace, but like the way layers peek out from under the pink satin camisole as if [...]

no time to work on it today - at least not with needle and thread. but i did wake up thinking about this piece and puzzled about it most of the day. am now thinking i’ll flip it over and make the back the front. like karin, i usually like the back of pieces [...]

this is just not doing anything for me . . . except possibly contributing to the fall funk. which is, of course, not good. (the funk or the contribution) when i launched this one, i looked forward to something marvelous appearing. this was going to be the most amazing experience, my breadcrumb trail out of [...]

starting is often the hardest part of any project for me. have been thinking lately of transparency and layers - in terms of my life. (of course, it’s all about me.) no image in mind or even a vague idea of what to do. no car to run fetch fabrics or inspiration. having thought way [...]

grandmother and her black upright piano. mother and her cherry spinet. me and my baby grand. daughter and her electronic keyboard. four generations, each making our own music with our own set of 88 black and white keys.

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what if . . . is one of my favorite motivational tools. when i’m having a fog-covered, moving-at-the-speed-of-cold-molasses day, i play “what if” with myself and first thing you know, i’m perking again. it’s a little bait-and-switch trick i learned/taught myself as a child.
and it still works like a charm. (used it quite effectively just [...]

when the call came, doris mager (commonly known in audubon circles as “the bird lady”) said yes and went to pick up the adorable baby owl who had recently survived a wing amputation. baby is now one year old and learning to talk. one night baby owl hears a dog, listens intently for a while, [...]

sometimes
if we
quietly,
tenaciously
connect the knots,
things
begin to take shape . . .

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have seen in the past few weeks that some people are like these grasses: soft and graceful when viewed from afar but get close and you find their razor-sharp edges.
today, though, it was time to leave the world of grasses and create a brand new world of my own clothimation:

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just a teensy little time to stitch today (so far) and nothing picture worthy as i’m still just stitching, stitching, stitching on what i call the basic, infrastructure level. next stage of unfolding on both works should start soon.
stray thoughts that kept me company today when i shoved the ubiquitous work aside and began stitching [...]

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