This work is titled Alien X-Ray. I disliked the dimensions we had to work with but these works are some of my best. I made them alongside (but outside) a group of very talented fiber artists years ago. One of them went on to make very original work with actual X-rays.
The football yesterday--and the snow, wind and cold--took it's toll along with events here at home. I am feeling "fragile" this morning. Things (events) (moments) are happening too quickly and they seem uncontrollable. I am finding myself on the edges of panic. It is wearing me out. At times it feels like I am vibrating with tension. The events themselves I will keep private. I will need to find a way to center myself and deal with this new reality. Change and uncertainty.
It is very cold now--like last Winter. I began the day with last Winter's breakfast. Cream of wheat cereal flattened on a dinner plate, buttered, sugared, cinnamon sprinkled over all. My grandmother made this for me. It is a breakfast that speaks of family, love, comfort and memories.
I have my sweaters to wash in the kitchen sink today. They need refreshing at midWinter. As do we all. I have sashing to cut and sew to the edges of the tiny star small scrap quilt. I haven't decided on the borders yet. I have the fifth tea bag piece on the side of the sewing machine--where the light is best. I am working very slowly. Adding, testing, removing, covering. It is unlike the others. Those first 4 were tests and failed in different percentages. And a new bag of small scraps of magic cloth has arrived. More choices. And I will test some beads from the box of bead soup. The sewing room is only 61 degrees. So, I stay only as long as I am actively working. Thinking....well, its too cold in that room for that.
I made chicken soup in my biggest stock pot yesterday. Six quarts though I think the pot itself could hold twice that. It is HUGE. G asked for soup when he went out to clear the snow from the driveway. I had the leftovers of the broccoli soup I made Saturday. It was good but I think my cheese wasn't sharp enough. It all seemed too--plain.
I have reading to do. Sewing. Reading for my lecture at the library sometime in March. Work will calm me. At least I hope it will.
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I bet I have the same stock pot that you do. Huge. When I look at it, I think, "What was I thinking?" I use it maybe twice a year. Maybe. Got it at a time when it wasn't unusual for me to cook lots of food for others. Really, I should donate it, someone would love to have it. Thank you for reminding me.
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