I built a nature mobile while he assisted. String, a grapevine from the woods, and a collection of my favorite nature objects tied on simply. Very quick, very satisfying. Makes me happy when I see it.
Sunday, December 8
Thursday, December 5
The necessaries. It seemed like I carried these baskets with me every time I went out. Backup clothes, snacks, books and sewing projects for car naps, water.
In the few days of semi-warm weather we are experiencing right now, I look back to the relative ease of warmer days when we could run around in short clothing. When he plays outside now his hands get nippy. Soon he will wear gloves and have to do without the feel of dirt for a few months.
We enjoy the company of many toads, snakes and newts here. I always get a thrill when I see one, intent on their business and so very vulnerable to me, the bumbling human traipsing around her garden. I try to remember they are often there under the rocks and logs I'm moving around or working by. Such complex, mysterious life, and it could be gone in an instant if I'm not careful about where I step.
Our heirloom tomatoes. I ended up moving our plants after I had already planted them due to lack of sun; the tomatoes ripened so late that the frost captured most of them. I'm hoping the rotted seeds will sprout in the spring.
Wednesday, December 4
Sunday, November 24
Thursday, November 21
Hand and machine sewing, vintage and remnant fabrics
White thread hand-sewed binding, 12 pages, 6 x 7 x 2.5 inches
I have collected beautiful hand-sewn embroideries for quite some time. They are things of beauty: stitcheries, table runners, aprons, tablecloths, hand towels, napkins, skirts, shirts, scarves. Each formed stitch by stitch long ago when handwork was more common than it is today, each held in the hands of a woman and worked over while she talked with friends or sat alone. I often wondered what each piece had been used for and why that pattern had been chosen. What they thought about while they sewed. And most of all, what happened that took that piece on a path that ended up intersecting my own.
When I had Cedar in June 2012, I remembered a cloth story book my Grandmother had sewn for my older sister almost 40 years ago. She still has it and her littlest one, about 6 months older than Cedar, plays with it now. The pages are a mix of fabrics, cottons and corduroys, with animals that can be grabbed and played with by little hands. As my little one got older and I realized he had difficulty opening his board books, I made him a similar cloth book from some of my stitchery collection.
This cloth story book is easily opened by children and sturdily hand and machine sewed together. Made from a careful collaboration of vintage finds and repurposed fabric remnants, the book began to build itself as pieces bridged the years and were joined together to form the story it now holds.
There will be more books to show you soon!