Consolation cloths
I canceled our solstice party today. I was really geared up for it, crossing off to-do lists, cleaning house, soup and bread in progress. But it was getting far too complicated due to Covid. People not wanting to be around other people who had been traveling, etc. High rate of transmission locally even if not traveling. So it seemed easiest to take everyone, including me, off the hook and cancel.
I’ve been wishing for downtime, and now that I have it, I’m at loose ends.
I went into my workroom to look at the cloth that was piling up on my ironing board (temp storage location). It felt friendly and consoling. It doesn’t really care if I use it, make something from it, or just let it sit around.
The last piece I worked on is this six inch square. Four nine-patches backed with an ecoprinted scrap of thin cloth, so the mat is two-sided. The thin cloth came from a lightweight purchased scarf which was garishly colored, a gradient of blue to acid green. It was much improved by bundling with some plants and iron liquor. Now I’m quilting the mat, just a simple stitch in the ditch. I’m not totally liking the result. There’s a lot of stitching, but the four parts are not very firmly held together, there are gaps. It was going to be a gift, but I’m hanging onto it to work on it some more.
There was socializing before the Covid scare truly kicked in. I went to nearby Belfast last week for lunch with female relatives-in-law. I had fun in spite of an aching jaw due to dental work that morning. I stopped in my favorite shop, Fiddlehead Artisans Supply. I almost always find remnants I have to have. And they stock fat quarters of duppioni silk, which I like to dye. Here’s my pile from Fiddlehead’s, a self-gift. Two remnants – one cream Nani Iro cotton, very soft. One double gauze, probably also Nani Iro, dark indigo on the right side and pale white/blue on the back. One cream and one blue-gray square of silk.
And last, my stack of linen squares dyed this past year with mostly plants (one with cochineal). They were all first soaked in soy milk. I really like how they turned out. The dark reddish avocado amazes me. I laundered them, just a rinse and spin cycle. Most of them are still quite stiff – I thought the soy sizing would rinse out. More to be done with these.
PS – snow fell last night. It’s beautiful. More in forecast for Christmas Day.
….to look at the cloth. it felt friendly and consoling. it doesn’t really care……………………………..”
Thank You for these words which ring so BeautyFully True….I have written them in the ink and paper journal and will later
write on an index card, to keep here, on the Everything Table. Thank you for knowing this, putting it perfectly into word.
and your colors…..o, your colors……
I’m glad you found meaning and consolation in my words, Grace. I wrote them casually but also, they felt true.
Your array of dyed cloths are wonderful as is this post for you have given me a gift of understanding re consolation cloths. I have reprinted the comment I left on grace’s blog here; Thank you Catherine.
The beauty of “consoling” cloth, the gift of Catherine’s words: Cloth waits, gives, speaks and I got up before writing this to rummage through the basket that sits on my dresser. Holds all of my dyed cloth pieces that used to be in a drawer- arranged by color, by markings until we came here…
Here, where I do not have as many places to forage for dyed materials, the need to have my cloths close at hand, to see them daily became an immediate need. Many a time since we moved here in April, I have taken the basket, upended it and watched the dance of cloth, slowly tumbling onto the bed. The need to touch each piece, to sort and re-sort, to simply look, was so important to me but I did not have words for this ritual. Now, thanks to Catherine’s words, I do…Consolation, yes…
Thank you Marti. I think it’s a nervous system thing. I listened to Christine Rayburn again on On Being (recommend by grace) and she talks about the nervous system and the calming effect of using our senses. Cloth is a sense of touch and sight for me. Maybe smell as well! It is a ritual.
linen is such amazing cloth … I can almost feel the crackle in the last image … and then I imagine damp linen under a hot iron, steam wafting up, cloth relaxing as the colors glow
consolation indeed
I love linen. I bought remnants and cut them into squares for soy-milk soaking then dyeing. No real purpose in mind, but we’re getting somewhere, right?
such a weird life we are living. cloth helps.
I didn’t take cloth seriously enough, but now I do. In no small part, thanks to spiritcloth!
I’m glad you found your way to the craft table after cancelling your party. We are still trying to figure out what to do this weekend since I’ll have been on an airplane.