Great Grandma Mary Melinda (with her daughter, my Grandmother Wanda Matilda)
My Gram (and her daughter, my Mother, Mary Ann)
Gram, My Mom &Tarzan, who was killed in action as a War Hero
My Mom & I
My Daughter, Sabrina and I
I know I've told you this a million times - but my kids are so fortunate I had you for a mother.
I know you doubted yourself - you had no idea how perfect you were (are,) in my eyes. I so looked up to you.
As a mom, you were the most amazing teacher.
You taught me when to go easy, but when to be firm.
When to scold, but when to laugh.
When to help, and when to step back.
You bestowed upon me patience, virtue, kindness and nurturing - all by your loving example.
It is my deepest wish that my life and the way I raise my children - and one day the way they will raise theirs - honors you and all you have done for our family. I can only hope that I have sufficiently taught them -- the valuable lessons in life and love that you have taught me. And that I have instilled in them - the wisdom, patience and kindness that you have instilled in me. I do try. But I know - I do not hold a candle to you. For you truly were the most decent, kind and honest person - I have ever known.
I have so much to work on. I will keep trying. Trying to be more like you.
Everything is so green, so fresh, so new. Color comes FAST to North Carolina.
Went on a road trip up to Tennessee this past week. It rained almost the entire time, but that's ok, as in between drops of rain we were able to explore and enjoy the amazing grace and beauty of a place near and dear to my family (my Dad's heritage), my childhood and my heart. I will be returning soon to Tennessee.
Been playing with transparency in textiles and watercolors.
has been a recent focus over the past month or so. I had a nice little piece cotton that I batik waxed and dyed over the summer that I have been coveting and have finally put to use.
I layered it over a piece of hand dyed and frayed indigo - using that double layer for the cover.
For the needle pages, I used some beautiful boiled teal and dusty blue wool. Inside the front cover is a little pocket with a ceramic blue button. The pocket will hold my small scissors.
The cover button is some kind of stone. I found it when I was visiting Asheville for a workshop a few months ago. It is really beautiful with all of its imperfections.
In contemplating personal symbols for Jude's workshop, I realize that leaves hold a deep personal meaning for me. They are in all of my work. Even here.
I don't very often make things for myself, but I do just love this. Final thought: Early this morning while I was outside quietly taking in the beauty accompanying the emergence of Spring - Gizmo was basking in the early morning sun and rolling in the dew.
......of personal symbols is what I have been working on in Jude Hill's Whispering White workshop.
A discussion has been ongoing about the character and meaning of white and how personal that can be. As a girl growing up in Ohio with parents of a country upbringing and European roots, white cloth had significant meaning and place in my family - and really, still does.
I have quite a collection of natural bleached and bleached cloth - from which I tore up some strips and created a woven base. I have decided for my first cloth, I would explore the use of personal symbols. Something I've been thinking about lately,
So for now, I will play with this idea of personal symbols, sketching some things out, maybe cutting out some shapes, stitching them out, and then making the decision as to whether I will keep this woven base as one unit - or, in the alternative, cutting it up into six or nine pieces, and layering the individual sections on to frayed pieces of light linen or lawn cloth and work on them as individual units.
In contemplating the recent Spirit Cloth workshop I am participating in (What If Diaries) which is going to begin with "whispering white," while gathering my white linens and cloths, I reflect upon one of my favorite poems for inspiration:
"There is Nothing in the World more Beautiful...
... than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow.
It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray,
every blade of grass, every spire of reed,
every intricacy of twig,
is clad with radiance.”
William Sharp - Scottish Poet 1855-1905
Whispering white. Whispering white. Whispering white.
Yes. Whispering white.