{"id":8,"date":"2007-02-26T23:24:13","date_gmt":"2007-02-26T23:24:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lifeinthealong.com\/?p=8"},"modified":"2007-02-26T23:24:13","modified_gmt":"2007-02-26T23:24:13","slug":"true-grains","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/autoquiltography.com\/?p=8","title":{"rendered":"True Grain(s)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/lifeinthealong.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/09\/truegrain.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\"True Grain(s)\" \/><br \/>\nThe best way to find the true grain of fabric is to rip it.<\/p>\n<p>Ignoring questions I hurl at myself about Why and How and What will I do with it afterwards and Who will be interested in it anyway and Where will I store it, I find the true grain of every piece of fabric in that one box. I rip fabric with images of pine cones that represent the land of my birth. I rip fabric with images of butterflies, once the emblem of my company. I rip fabric with images of stars and moons and flowers and scissors. I rip fabric of dusty pink, coral, and soft blues &#8211; fabric I now find hideous but once loved. I rip the fabric I created that day when I played in the driveway with a friend creating fabric from special solar-activated paint, the fabric I felt wasn&#8217;t nearly as pretty or interesting or good as what she created. I rip myself a pile of true grains, and when I fold the remaining fabric up, I do not fold along the well-preserved creases. I fold it a new way.<\/p>\n<p>Soon &#8211; very soon, maybe even tomorrow soon &#8211; I&#8217;ll use the fabric in a new way, too. Will probably create something that has to be dusted, but still. I&#8217;ve finally started and for today, that&#8217;s enough.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The best way to find the true grain of fabric is to rip it. Ignoring questions I hurl at myself about Why and How and What will I do with it afterwards and Who will be interested in it anyway and Where will I store it, I find the true grain of every piece of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/autoquiltography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/autoquiltography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/autoquiltography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/autoquiltography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/autoquiltography.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/autoquiltography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/autoquiltography.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/autoquiltography.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/autoquiltography.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}