quilting a toss
i love the day after a storm... usually blindingly sunny and little pieces of everything...(dots?)...are scattered about.  yesterday, in the wind,  the leaves were flying and i thought of them as tree feathers. (i was also noticing the small space left between the back stitches has the look of couching)

quilting without an edge
it is really windy today. so i picked up an early snow... it has that blustery mood. because of the haphazard way i piece things together and then stitch as the mood fills me...i forget and i often end up with an odd shaped cloth. i placed this one on a rectangular backing torn slightly larger to give me some straight edges for reference. sometimes i just leave the irregular cloth's edges exposed and let the straight lines of the back

storytelling
the moon, which is almost full, is amazing tonight. from my window it looks pretty much like this. i have been using my time lately to create some space to think.  i was thinking about blogging.  what it is. what it can be. what it often isn't.  since it is a sort of diary, it has great potential to reveal.  it can tell a story.  and a story can be many things.  it can be a lie (or worse, a trick) or it can be the truth... the truth as defined as what r

thanks giving
it is a beautiful moody warm day here. my words have returned in smaller form.  and i will eat today.  a bit more than has been usual. ha!  i am feeling thankful today.  thankful for many eyes and the fire inside.

wordless on thanksgiving eve