Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Life changing?

Whatever else I might think of Marie Kondo's book The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up, I would not recommend it to anyone without the caution that some of the sentiments are cringe-worthy.

That being said, I do think her ideas about folding clothes for storage are well worth considering. So much so that I applied the technique to organizing my cloth stash with happy results ...


which isn't surprising considering much of my cloth is thrifted linen clothing. Now the question is, can I follow Hunter's good example and use what I have rather than looking for more? The jury's gonna be out for a while on that one.

Meanwhile, Spring has sprung in the Hill Country, complete with a mega-dose of pollen ...


That's a black (not a green) truck, in case you were wondering. Aka "the little black truck," which ably picks up various gardening necessities ...


Don got a half-yard of soil to prepare new homes for some of the plants that self-propagate throughout the property. Here's his work in progress, with a wheelbarrow to show scale ...


I confess that transplanting is not my gift, although I did transport some of the rocks shown above. I simply don't have the patience to prepare the soil, water in the plants, and then look after them the way Don does. And never would I have thought to put buckets on the west side of each transplant to block the afternoon sun, which has been warming things up into the high 80s this week ...


No, my fortes are more along the lines of cactus whacking, pruning, weeding, and other "destructive" activities. Still, I have my constructive moments, as with this series of "baffles" ...


strategically placed to slow the flow of flood waters that barrel through our yard during heavy rains. Composed of the aforementioned whacked cactus and topped with dried grasses ...


these rows of debris will eventually decompose, at which time the newly created compost/soil will be carried through the yard by future rains. Fortunately, the aesthetic in our neighborhood allows the time necessary for said decomposition.

Finally, here's a follow-up on the nascent bud of mealy blue sage I photographed a week or so ago ...


Now I'm waiting on the thimble flowers ...

 
which are looking like they'll make quite a show this year.

Monday, March 20, 2017

Out of order

The latest peace pin is ready to go to Dee Mallon ...


because I came across some thimble-flower dyed indigo (above) and a bit of onion-dyed cloth (below) that had the faintest trace of a heart ...


which matched up with Dee's recent post on Pattern and Outrage

What happened was I've been organizing (read kid-proofing) in anticipation of Easter visits from some of our favorite little folks (and their parents). As a result, I took a large load of stuff to Goodwill today ... 


making room for a new cloth organizational method (more on that later).

Anyway, in the course of going through my cloth stash I also came across this asemic practice scrap ...


from my Hearts for Charleston contribution ...


So, for those of you who came before Dee on the peace pin giveaway, fear not. You are not forgotten, but sometimes cloth calls for one's attention sooner rather than later.

And for those who are relatively new to the blog, you can learn more about Dee's Hearts for Charleston project here:

as well as my own contribution to the Hearts project here:

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Kindred spirit

There is only one thing better than getting a comment from Marti and that's getting an email from her. With Marti's permission, I'm posting the photos she sent documenting the arrival of her peace pin, here framed by her gentle self ...


We share a love of green, so I especially appreciated the picture of the pin attached to her cloth Earth Prayer ...
 

seen here in its entirety ...


Marti's cloths are dyed with what she finds on the land in New Mexico, then thought-fully stitched, brimming with story.

And her words (as many of us know and love) are spun from a lifetime of experiences woven into thoughtful reflections. She is a treasure.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

By the light of the silvery moon ...

Or not ... as the sky is full of clouds here in the Hill Country. But still, as I stitched the first three peace pins, I thought of Mo in Australia who gets to see the full moon first ...


Hers is the indigo dyed linen back stitched and wrapped with pale silvery thread.

The green halo of Marti's pin was dyed with red onion on linen and split back stitched in variegated green. 

And as Grace requested, her pin was "dyed" with rust.

The flip sides ...


reveal an indigo shibori for Mo, 

blanket flower dyed cotton made with my granddaughter on the Outer Banks for Marti, 

and the tiniest split back stitches I could manage for Grace in a floss named desert rose on prairie tea dyed linen.

As I stitched each pin, I repeated the words "imagine peace" over and over in my mind. It was a soothing mantra and I look forward to repeating it many more times over the coming days.

Thanks to each of you who left words of peace ... for your presence here, for your patience as this process unfolds, and for the community we share.