I have a good amount of fabric but couldn't match the sky in this painting.
It's lavender with a touch of indigo. Still, I learned a little about color from this.
On my birthday my friend, who I rent my mom's house to, brought over a double armful of daffodils from mom's yard. It was like mom had somehow arranged it all. We used to gift each other daffodils as they bloomed on our birthday.
I just had two surgeries and wanted to give a thank you gift to my neurologist and surgeon. The second cloth in my last post seemed to be the best choice so I made another one close to it in color and design. It's hard to tell but I think they both liked it. I love the lack of shaky hands and feet.
I came across a bag of torn strips of fabric from Jude Hill's Cloth to Cloth class years ago.This is the first result from going back and exploring it again. Have made 2 more since andenjoy the process at the end of adding smaller squares to the finished weave. Itbreaks up expected patterns.
Above is how I've been feeling since Wed's Innaguration. Hopeful, full of big H Hope.
Things bubble up that I don't even realize were stuck in my head; Pandora's box,
hope being a thing with feathers, a visit from a flock of turkeys (gobble gobble),
an eagle and vulture
settleing a disagreement about a meal
in our side field.
toll on me in the Hope department. I mean, it ain't
getting amy better amd is getting worse fast. I'm
even using fusible as hand sewing is harder.
One good thing in all this... I'm approved for DBS surgery which
will do away with many of the most annoying PK symptoms.
Met my neurosurgeion and am in the middle of pre operation
tests. I'm full of hope. Full of expectation and looking forward to
driving, walking and sewing again.