dirt, rain, neglect
more dreams of cloth.
deep denim indigo. a scrap attached to two white scraps of tablecloth linen.
making the shape of enlongated triangle with a concave (convex?) bottom.
the white embroidered with simple outlines of a random pattern of black eyes and black pyramids.
the denim with gold pyramids.
matching a cloth picture of the pyramid in front of the louvre. or at least in the dream i think it does.
[words i wrote on the 20th and forgot to publish. the deep red was the color of the un-faded side of grace’s rug.]
some words that won’t let me forget them.
:a stitch a day:
i’m run ragged these past several months. but feeling good. accomplishing some things. some things that have been on the plate since childhood. accomplishing seems like the wrong word, but it’s right.
every moment becomes filled with some thing that pops up right before it arrives. cooking cleaning washing caring for…
i’ve been stitching in my dreams. weaving and piecing cloth in there… deep red and indigo blues.
the only solos i can escape to do, have to be outside activities where i can become :hidden:
watering tending digging mixing…
the compost was done enough on sunday. we mixed it with the sandy soil we dug up. it smells rich. just can’t get enough of the smell.