red thread

Dec 28
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The muse speaks: Weave, Red Thread, Leaves of Books, now Stop.

Dec 28
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The muse speaks: Weave, Red Thread, Leaves of Books, now Stop.

Oct Journal Quilt
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For October I was thinking about change, and then I made a tree, and then it was all about the leaves falling off and being blown around. I was thinking about embroidering the words "the only constant is change" into the wind, but then I didn’t because it looked done.
As for November:

Nov journal Quilt
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I heard a lot about the Day of the Dead this fall – a celebration and remembrance of those who have died. As someone on the radio said, the point is to remember them with pleasure, and to entice a visit from their ghosts by providing things they loved in life. I was thinking of people I missed. I admit I was also thinking of all the pets we have had, and all the horses, but there wasn’t room for all the ghosts I had hanging about. So I kept to relatives and put family skeletons dancing front and center.

Dec 27
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More dreams, or more like the thing I was thinking about yesterday.
I managed to finish the November Journal page today, and posted it to Flickr. The October page is there finally, having finished it ages ago but failed to photograph it. Now I am wondering if it is possible to weave something that comes out triangular. I set the Other Kate to that particular puzzle, and will check back with her tomorrow. Now all I need to do is make the December page in the next couple days.

Dec 26
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I fell asleep this afternoon as hard as if someone hit me with a hammer. Usually I nap for an hour, if I really need it. Today, I woke up three hours later to a silent house. My sainted neighbor had come to see if anyone wanted a movie at their house, and kept them for supper.
I dreamed about white nets, kind of like this. But not exactly.

Dec 25
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Thank you very much – just about perfect.
And a happy Christmas Eve to those who celebrate it. No postcard today. Maybe postcard tomorrow.

Dec 23
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Coming home today the air was warm and wet and there was snow still over everything. The view everywhere was foggy, with things recedeing into the mists at no distance at all. It made things feel very far away, and quite intimate. I was experimenting with making trees and houses vanish behind curtains of mist, using layers and layers of silk organza. I could have gone for a couple more layers, I think….
It is nice to be home.

Dec 22
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There were two duo trapeze pieces; one was my old boss’ daughter and her partner in crime, doing a fabulous thing in red and gold, the other was Elsie and Marina doing something that got faster and funnier as they went along. I very carefully forgot my camera, but the space is so horrible for taking pictures it wouldn’t have mattered anyhow. Someone with much better camerage and more experience was working on photography and even she was having issues with sight lines.
Saturday was actually spent in the car and visiting people. We caught up with Al’s sister and her kids, in NH. The kids are adults now – in their 30s – with babies of their own. Al was dandling his nephew’s baby and having major flashbacks to dandling the nephew. We crashed with the Other Kate for the night (thank you again) and had a great time hanging out and making poor puns and following extended tangential trains of thought.

Dec 21
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Friday was completely crazed, but good. Aerin and I ended it by driving to Brattleboro to help with a show at Nimble – the mid term for the professional track kids and selected students, plus some of the instructors.

Dec 20
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Al’s birthday was yesterday. He turned 49 for the first time. I mention this only because we both lost track of his real age, and thought he’d gotten a year older than he had, so he turned 48 two or three times, we kind of lost track. But this one we are sure of.
He had cake, and lunch out, and a flute recital. Not a bad deal.