Work Away
at the Weaver's home. She'd given me some "ends" of this cobweb silk a long time ago. It's what i've been using for the Grasses on the cloths, the stems and seed heads, and i finished it recently and left her a note a while ago that if she wasn't going to be able to have enough to use herself, i'd like to buy it from her. Told her i'd tried to get some more from Colour Mart (where this was from) but that a very nice woman there in the U.K. told me that they were no longer going to offer it, that there was too little interest as it is so fine. There on the dining room table today…this cone. I Love using this….use it with a very very fine beading needle for so many things more than the Grasses. Its neutral color works with everything as invisible baste (Jude Hill~Spirit Cloth) that literally is invisible on almost all cloth. This is enough for a lifetime. and beyond.
and there in the Way Back two very sturdy little plants maybe an inch and a half tall.
Flixweed. "Flixweed is a winter annual, native to europe; 8-24 inches high; leaves alternate, 2 to 3 times pinnately compound; segments very narrow or linear; pubescent with branched hairs or nearly glabrous; inflorescence a raceme; petals, very small, yelllow or greenish yellow; pod partitioned with 2 to 3 longitudinal nerves, siliques 1/2 to 1 14 inches long." Weeds of the West Published by The Western Society of Weed Science in cooperation with the Western United States Land Grant Universities Cooperative Extension Services. Not good for Goats, this Flixweed. it's other name is Wild Mustard. or Fourth of July weed. It's only the second day of February. I hope this is not a sign.
i dreamed of my friend Luna and her buckwheat pancakes last night. I could TASTE them, feel their texture, smell their fragrance. It was maybe 40 years ago. And the dream was strong enough that on the way home i stopped at the grocery. I called her to ask her if she'd used yeast as the recipe on the package says…and if she partially mixed and then left over night also as the recipe on the package says and well, it's a long time ago and we weren't sure about anything, but remembering that they were the greatest pancakes and how we canoed down their river where she lived then, like white water rafting and i thought of Ellen Melloy, and i thought about how i could dream something so so Strong after 40 years, how nothing is ever lost from that rolodex in my head and also how great it is that i can call her, all these years and miles away from each other and we can remember that morning.
so i am waiting. What's Next? This little pile of cloth and cat hair. The cat hair is a bummer. But Tazmeena is old. I'll need to deal. Maybe someday i'll leave my hair all over everything. Probably.
this morning before i left. Tomorrow, the FINAL other side and then it is DONE.
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