One to the other. Season. Place. Ground and sky. A flight back to Colorado later today. Special china’s been put away but the folding chairs — not yet.
I called this patchwork a “whimsy” elsewhere. An unstoppable doodle. Irrepressible play. Now that the pile of these is growing, I probably ought to figure out what to do with them. Maybe make longer panels for the hall double hungs upstairs? Facing east, those windows get blasted by morning light, so the cloth’d be like glass for a few hours a day.
There was a big smudge on my phone camera lens. Ambience or malfunction?
And, after a couple days away, it’ll be back to the story.
PS Deb Lacativa‘s cloth is playing a star role in this patchwork (from my recent lottery win, blogged about here). Some of my recent walnut dunks show up, as well as older indigo creations of mine.
beautiful seams and love how your cloth is turning into stained glass
me too. but it poses the quandary of how to finish. I guess I need to supply myself with some harem cloth — for structure but not opacity
yes, that works.
lovely color balance here dee.
Thanks Jude. Maybe enough places, too, for the eye to rest a little?
Your Thanksgiving table looks so pretty! I hope your gathering fed your spirit.
It was really a nice get together. The gravy could have been better but that’s pretty minor. Everyone had a good time, I think.
Your stained glass cloth is a favorite! COLORADO – Yay for you. Take pictures.
Thanks Michelle. I’m not going to Colorado and I don’t mind. We were there two months ago. Hope you’re feeling better!
your cloth looks like a stained glass window with the way the sun is shining through
I especially like what the sun does to the small red patches.
Always I love seeing your cloth backlit … I currently have a piece hanging in a “safe” window where it won’t get sun burned, but I only get into that corner of the house once or twice a day. I am pondering … what am I saving it for when it was made to be seen?
And in looking back through your post to see the small red patches, I noticed the glowing red candles in the background of the first feast picture. Perfect.
I had reason to polish some battered silver plated serving spoons that my mother used (and used and used some more. I think she even put them in the dishwasher). I was mixed about the state of them. Ruined and yet having literally served so many meals.
More and more I think cloth and sun go together. But it’s not a prescription for longevity.