It is one of the those days where the sun and clouds cannot agree. A sunny morning turns dark at noon. A dramatic spattering of rain dries to nothing, and the sun reappears. Then it darkens at two, to the point of needing to turn on indoor lights, thunder threatens, and a half an hour later, it is over.
I am working on the former cardigan panel, quilting up a storm.
The areas that I had tucked and gathered to shrink the shoulder span of the cardigan cannot be untucked without significant reworking of the sky, so I am edging over the bumps and quilting more than I might otherwise to make the dimples of the surface somewhat uniform.
The bottom denim edge I am contemplating leaving as a pocket, a place where prayers or ticket stubs could be housed.
There are lots of ways for cloth to be useful besides covering our bodies.
Once I determined that this panel would become a birthday gift for K., I consciously selected some clothing to represent his (our) family. That grey paisley wool was a sweater I wore to work last year, which shrunk terribly during a less attentive laundry moment. The blue and white checks were either D’s or C’s pajamas. The denim cuff came from a rejected pair of jeans of K’s (pants which after I cut the cuff of, I tried on – and lo and behind they fit! I will be repairing them for me). A piece of C’s shirt is not yet there, in the mix, but will be.