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bear with me

April 4, 2012

you might think that a normal person would get tired of working on the same cloth for months on end. probably, but…not here. she missed her flight so yesterday i got to just do kantha all day

and i got to the place where the needle is and realized i'd forgotten to account for Thunder. What might Thunder look like? thinking……….

and having looked at this for months, very suddenly i saw it differently

it's a butterfly wing!

and looking here, i see too that in the last few days, Guess What?….the whole story is Changing. Now What…?

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16 responses to “bear with me”

jude

April 4, 2012

we’ll see, won’t we….

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grace Forrest

April 4, 2012

yup.

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Valerianna

April 4, 2012

Life changes things…. the cloth has life.

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handstories

April 4, 2012

progressing…the next chapter

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grace Forrest

April 4, 2012

i’m wondering how much CLOTH changes Things…..

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grace Forrest

April 4, 2012

i would like to think of it as Part III.
but maybe it won’t be
oh EEEEEEandeeeee

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Henrietta (aka ani or zani)

April 4, 2012

loving all your stitches – you know me and little stitches – love ’em. and as to what thunder looking like (close your eye) listen with the inner I

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grace Forrest

April 4, 2012

it rolls, horizontally……..and then bursts into
lightning

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deb

April 4, 2012

I saw thunder last night..a storm was approaching the ballpark from the distant west just past sunset, the sky purple and navy blue. the very high clouds seemed to bulge and swell with the sound the way a belly does when the baby turns over.

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Mo Crow

April 4, 2012

I love this cloth and that is the most beautiful butterfly wing!
about thunder… I “see” giant invisible hands with drumsticks playing a huge drum in the sky…

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nemo-ignorat

April 4, 2012

an interesting question, what would thunder look like. We have so little thunderstorms around here that I nearly forgot. Usually it’s only a boom and then it moves away. But where I lived before, man, did we have thunderstorms. They rolled and played in the valley caught by the mountains and a huge motorway bridge, closed in trying to get free, follow the wind, fighting among themselves and rumbling against the boundaries and after hours finally subsiding, being tired and exhausted and only then the valley would let them free. Great sulphur yellow clouds within a sky full of stone grey and peat black.
Thanks for the reminder of some impressing thunderstorms s

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Robyn Ayaz

April 4, 2012

It’s like a map of your life, the more you look the more you see and it changes where you are going. It really does change things, because as you get to the top of the next hill you can see more of where you might be going – you can choose.

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ali

April 4, 2012

lovely, lovely stitching–changing gears, thunder and butterfly wings–magic!

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Nancy

April 5, 2012

Thunder, rolling thunder. A break in the kantha…then return to parallel semi-evenness. Your stitches tell so much. Your cloth tells so much. It grows from you…from the land itself.

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Catherine Bainbridge

April 5, 2012

Love these summer pudding shades. Love the butterfly wing!!! Just love all of it!

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Vicky

April 7, 2012

all this stitching…it’s planted a seed in my head…i am now working on it’s roots…thank you grace!

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