I awoke with this song in my head the other day
Or is it, I thought of it while trying to sleep?
I think that is how this post, this time will feel
Full of contradictions
Highs and Lows
Even for me, an introvert who loves being home...
yet the lack of freedom in leaving home weighs heavy
Even for me, a lover of sleeping in
(even if I wish that not to be so)
Days and Nights ~ confused
Blessings of home to be in
Curses of Mr Upstairs who keeps me awake all night
Unkind thoughts I should keep to myself
Another baby entered the world this week
Another one expected soon
This old baby quilt, circa 1900's,
I was told once upon a time
Purchased in Bishop, CA 1980 for $15.00
used for both of my babies
a lifetime ago
a lifetime ago
Excited by the idea of large cloth with Jude and everyone,
I pulled this out, laying it out on our full-sized bed,
(to give an idea of the size of it),
hoping the fold wrinkles will ease a bit
Much of the color gone
spots worn almost clean through
My thoughts of 'mending' quickly overtaken by
insecurities of low creativity and lower technique
How to make this useful,
while trying to ignore the fear of ruining it?
My imagination trickles in,
a few sparse ideas...
with no idea on how to actually execute them
Because that is the crux of imposter syndrome
Fears of good enough
Just look at that beautiful stitching in perfect little squares!
I could never match it
What to do?
How to move through the layers?
Move through the feelings?
One of my thoughts, perhaps a beginning,
is to add a new binding on top of the existing one
There are many spots where the edge is worn through
I have an old favorite super soft flannel skirt that may make a nice border,
although the lined print somewhat concerns me
I would not attempt to line things up perfectly
although the lined print somewhat concerns me
I would not attempt to line things up perfectly
In my head I see Liz's precise stitches,
Jude's beasts wandering over the squares
A stack of Saskia's dog and birds in one corner
And a house from Dee somewhere too
I see a heart from Deb in WA
and some wild stitching from Deb, using her gorgeous threads
Along with all of that,
I see water, a small boat, stars and a dream from Hazel
I see nature dyed glory from Marti side-by-side
with face and human form stitched by Grace
And of course a moon from Mo
And a second one from Glennis
I see a story!
How I would love to send this off in the mail...
round robin style,
so many hands could make much love!
I know that often the best way out, is through...
that I should just begin
It is just hard
these days
Super soft flannel of my old skirt
Me at 19 years
This skirt, equally soft pull-over shirt and Frye boots!
Ha
Shhh...he's sleeping!
May you things to do
Memories to hold
And friendships that sustain you
xo
Photographs by NAE ©2020
that I should just begin
It is just hard
these days
This skirt, equally soft pull-over shirt and Frye boots!
Ha
May you things to do
Memories to hold
And friendships that sustain you
xo
Photographs by NAE ©2020
