windthread

it wasn't quite light yet but suddenly i did it.

 

a couple weeks ago i found this jacket at the Thrift Shop.  it's SILK.  well…the shell.  the inside is that quilted liner common in work shirts.  but it's really light weight and warm because of the silk and i can easily wear it under one of the hoodie sweatshirts for morning Goat things.  BUT…it had a flaw.   Shoulder pads of all things.   bugged me.   so this morning suddenly i took it off and made a surgical incision and removed the shoulder pads.  and there they were.  and THEN

 

looking at them on the table, thinking how dumb they are i had an IDEA.  my hot pads in the kitchen are awful.  old.  greasy.  stained.  even when freshly washed,  creepy.  and so i tried the shape on a pan handle, on the handle of the water kettle…..YES.   so i got a shirt from the cloth shelf and cut the shape stuffed the pad in and….ta da…tomorrow morning, just before dawn again, when it's not really light enough to sew…i'll finish.  Funny….with all this stitching, it never occured to me to make a new hot pad.

 

Apricot again.  in a few days She will be in full bloom.  Just in time, most likely, for the March WIND to blow them all away.  but in this moment, there is the chance they can Just Go.

 

treasures from yesterday.  the sledgehammer/wedge is from the Old Cowboy.  he talked all the time i was cleaning about how he will just begin falling apart now.  Need to go live in the little basement room at his nephew Tim's.   What would become of all his Stuff???? on and on and on.  he kept saying that he wanted me to have whatever of his stuff i wanted,  like the big dresser that was his Mother's  (i don't want it),  the dining room table and 4 chairs (i don't want them),  etc. etc. etc.  so finally, i went out to the laundry room where he had a bucket with this sledgehammer in it to prop the door open for his dog to go in and out…the dog he put down because she pee'd on the floor,  and i brought it in and said  THIS.  i want THIS.  and i do.  i have admired it for years.  i have the tops of many sledgehammers here…all with broken off handles.  this one is one solid piece.  it's GRAND.

and next to it is some rope that Owen wondered if i could think of something to use for…..  said just leave it there…i don't know.  he did.

 

and today, stitching,  i kept wondering about that ….. Net.   WHY is it a Net?   What would this Net be …. for?   how did it/does it  relate to Seeing with Wild Eyes?  

no answers.

but then, late in the day,  

 

that Talisman,  that i finally gave words to on January 19th,  2014,  after so many years….                     that Talisman of     Faith.   or, really,  the Willingness for Faith.   This cloth will not be my cloth.  it will belong to someone else and so i can't know much about the Net.  it is not my Net.  but this, this Willingness for Faith might be anyone's i think.   and it's made with a strand of that rope and thread.  it's Good.   and now,  as Sun touches the Rim,  it's IN the Net.  o k.