This piece- I loved working on it. It felt full and rich before any of the stitching began, Deb's magic. Three different cloths dyed by her- loose cotton, linen, and I'm guessing a former sheet. Love how they flow together, and with an indigo moon from last summer.
Today is Blue's 24th birthday. He's somewhere between The Badlands and Yellowstone. Photos come now and then when there is reception. Holding my breath that he'll be able to call sometime today.
When I stopped stitching, it felt like it was floating.
The morning tea made the circle (Super Irish Breakfast). The green spots were from the afternoon's pomegranate. It splashed pink, but dried green. The thread was in the same tea and stayed pink. I wonder about the alchemy of this.
Ate the last two Christmas cookies from the freezer in lieu of a cake with Blue. Felt a little sad-mama-sorry for myself and happy that he's on an adventure, just as he should be. That's him in the photo, one week old on my first Mother's Day. I remember thinking, "What have I done?" And being surprised that he was still there every time I caught a glimpse of him. "There's a baby here." I said over and over.
Gosh, I miss him.
"The Sparkling Symphony of it All"
