
On her blog, Acey recently mentioned "re-building a sense of humor" when things are not in our control and "finding emotional sea legs". Her words came to mind while reading up on dinosaurs (the next unit in 2nd grade). I noticed the balance within their bodies that supported their mass and allowed them to do what they needed to do. I have been around dinosaur units before, but never thought about their legs.
I am struck by the solidness of them, they do not slant out, but are thick vertical columns that support and get the job done. If they stood firmly on them, I imagine it would have been next to impossible to pull or knock one of those legs out from under them. So the trick is to stand solid and firmly, preferrably from an amused distance.
With this in mind, the magic of stitching is happening again. This piece, "I/eye you" began as a vent, and has been picked up and added to in a continuing rant. The other night, tired, stitching and still mad, I just kept grabbing threads out of the tangled "nest" of leftovers, and stitching them any old place. I even took my glasses off, not caring about even or straight (not that caring about even or straight ever produces even or straight in my stitching), color, or order. It is still happening, I am wandering all over the cloth- here, then there . . . and I'm having fun.
There are still a few more things I'd like to say on this cloth, more eyes to look with and squint hard with, and I am day-dreaming of it being a "goodbye" gift, one given on firm footing, with a smile.

And here's my new way of bandaging that spot the needle kept poking when I was stabbing at the fabric.