The pits
An off-hand remark by a friend “Let’s make a jacket!” reminded me that I am making a jacket. Rather – a robe. Slowly, all handstitched. I hung it on the back of the closet...
Tagged: fantasy_robe
pockets!
When I try on my robe, my hands automatically reach for what was not there…until today! I cut the pockets out of the well-loved but worn-out pants and pinned them into place. Then stitched...
a made place…
I reread Robert Duncan’s poem “Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow” yesterday. Found the initial stanzas very relevant to the robe I am making. as if it were a scene made-up...
Covering up
I feel an urgency about covering up the purple sheet fabric on the robe. Gravitating toward dark colors and silks. Ripping and pinning and piecing. I’m thinking of the project in phases: large, medium,...
Revisioning
Yesterday I made a magic nine-patch from one inch squares. Then I took it outside in a snow flurry and photographed it on a rock. This was a simple ceremony. Today I made an...
Getting to know a cloth
I’m getting to know this beautiful piece of cloth, a gift from my friend Suzanne. It has two tears in it. One short, one long. More than tears really, they need to be patched...
Mourning cloak
Contrasts. I stitched a strip of lovely peaceful blue and brown scraps, thinking the robe would move in a direction full of color and light. I felt like I was on vacation in Mexico...