Well, it took a month to knit the sweater, another one to get the button band right (third try was the charm), and then one more to stitch in the yarn ends and put the buttons on.
The sparkly blue ones made me the happiest.
With one lone green, because there weren't enough.
It fits just right and is so cozy, and it also ticks another thing off of the birthday wish list.
All that's left is a new tattoo. Time to get doodling . . .
In the mood for scraps, I gathered the bits that fall into the thread basket, and puzzled them together into a haphazard rainbow.
It was really all about creating a place for this velvety piece of midnight.
The stitches are melting the layers together.
And Blue comes home in seventeen days! It's been surprising to realize how much the equilibrium of the house is off without him. We miss him, we miss him, we miss him. He's having a great time at college, and we're so glad for that, but it sure will be swell to have a few days with all our pieces in place.
I ordered notecards with images of some of my makings to send out pieces from the shop in. They turned out great! Maybe they'll inspire some real letter writing? (Something I always mean to do, look forward to doing, but rarely make happen . . .)
Also, as I shared a few days ago, some exciting things happened at the hair salon lately. It started with a haircut a month ago. . . it had been a year since I last went to her, and only the third time I've ever seen her. So, there was both getting caught up and "getting to know you talk". At some point it turned to my stitching, and all of the good and new things that have happened with it over the last piece of time.
She said I should bring my work there (they have different artist's work on the walls each month).
I said maybe she should see my work first and see if she even liked it?
She said she didn't need to.
So, after a quick discussion with self…"Say, "NO!" She's just asking because I've been especially funny for the last half hour. She's just being nice. It will be too much, etc. . . Just say, "NO!"
Instead, I said, "Thank you, can I think about it? I'm going to try to take this in." We made the appointment for the blueing and said goodbye.
Since . . . emails and photos were sent. She does like my makings, and I said yes, inspite of myself. It's a small shop, so I'm going to try and finish ten pieces or so by mid-November. I don't know if anyone actually buys art from hair salons, but I think it will be a good experience, and she is looking forward to having something new to look at.
And do you see that little card in the photo above, in the bottom left? It came with the cards, with my order information, look what it says on the other side . . . I'm taking it as a sign, not sure what of, but something swell, I'm sure!
I woke up yesterday wishing for a blanket of stars to wrap up in. So, it's begun, with the first twinklings stitched in an indigo thread on a deep dark piece of blue, both gifted from Jude.
The top photo's color is more true. Isn't it amazing how different things can look in a different light. I need to remember that.
We'll see how it goes, and grows.
Last week I tagged along with the kindergarteners to the Mood Indigo exhibit at the Seattle Asian Art Museum. "Mood Indigo: Textiles From Around the World honors the unique ability of the color blue to create many moods in cloth. . . . From the sultry darkness of midnight to the vitality of a bright sky, come let the myriad blues in their multiple forms surround you." (more here).
The entrance to the show set a tone of wonder as we entered the first room with walls lined in indigo plants and a circular space made of indigo panels hung from ceiling to floor. Our docent took us inside the space and invited us to listen. Playing in the room were indigo sounds: the pouring of seeds, rustling of the plants, etc...
The rooms to follow were just as enchanting . . .
"The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of this scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper, dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distance. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distance, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much of which is in the color blue."
From "The Blue of Distance" by Rebecca Solnit
Sorry, I didn't get information about some of the pieces. Those kindergarteners move fast!
Fire Fighter's Uniform, Mid-19th century, Japan. They would douse the indigo dyed wool with water before fighting the flames.
Hooded Cape, 19th century, Japan. This piece is from another area in the museum and has nothing to do with indigo, but I love its sails and birds. Made of wool with a gilded leather hood, this was used to cover a daiymo's wife in the event of a fire.
"Blocks" 2003, Annie Mae Young, Gee's Bend, Alabama (1928-2013). The children were challenged to find the smallest scrap used in this quilt. Can you find it? Hint: It's indigo!
"Cloth With Full Moon" Mid-20th century, Nigeria, Yoruba.
The patterns in this piece were made by tying thread around grains of rice!
Wrapping Cloth, 20th century, Korea.
“Hold on to your divine blush, your innate rosy magic, or end up brown. Once you're brown, you'll find out you're blue. As blue as indigo. And you know what that means. Indigo. Indigoing. Indigone."
From "Jitterbug Perfume" by Tom Robbins