Yesterday, after the Morning Pages (I cannot type them they must be written longhand), I wandered into the sewing room. No ideas of what to do in there but the sun was shining in the window and it looked welcoming. I found these four squares. Some hand sewn during the renovation and some in pieces. I had 4. I had materials to make two more and then....because I really really enjoy doing it...I started sorting things out of the brown paper grocery bag where I toss my cloth scraps. It took awhile. I never dump it out...that would go too quickly. I just pull out a handful and mindlessly pick things apart and look. I did find fabric from the cutting of some of the squares. I also dug a "go with" fabric out of that mess of a closet. Some cutting and some sewing and now I have 8. It would take a trip to the Attic to make a ninth one. I think I know where the brown with beige leaf print is (upper left). I added a greenish print with gold dots (lower right edge) and there's more of that in the Magic Cardboard Box. I like the number eight. But I also like the number nine.
BUT I am sewing them into something by the end of today. My handwritten Morning Pages for today are complete. Last night the pages from the morning brought something to mind and into my dreams. I wrote about that THIS morning. These Morning Pages must be like Making Compost. Turning to get things "cooking". I know by practice that the bins need turning in order to become useable compost. We'll see if my Life also benefits from the "churning of thoughts and memories".
I had run out of pictures for the top of these posts so took some last night. They may never be great pictures but you see what I see (and do) and a picture saves a thousand words of detail writing.
We may have run out of things to eat. G says he has one more pasta meal. I have one more Panera soup. And I have run out of ideas of things to prepare. My mind relating to cooking is a complete blank.
The movie about Van Gogh--Heaven's Gate has been and gone at the local art theater. I missed it and the makes me very sad.
I finished another book (same author) about Women Addicted to Buying Shoes. New women with only one carry over from the first book but they needed her to connect the dots to their very odd source of employment having to do with pay by the minute phone "services". I think the "phone calls" as written were supposed to be hilarious. Well, years ago--perhaps. There was one gal who was on a dating site and had a date with a ventriloquist dummy. Not making this up. The later books by this are author Harbison are much better. These shoe books were her first attempts.
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Don’t seem to have a photo. Just a black square. Something must have happened when you uploaded it ?
I just opened to my page and the picture is there. Perhaps some other reader will comment about seeing picture?.
Yup, I see the pic and I like those fabrics. I like all fabrics and quilts, but there is a special place in my heart for the antique,vintage quilts....they say comfort, they say home! Anyway those fabrics remind me of fabrics from an earlier time.
I'm just back from the grocery store, can not believe how cold it was and how hard the wind is still blowing. At least we haven't lost power...yet, knock wood.I guess no one else likes the cold either, I was practically alone at the market, all the checkers standing around having a gab fest. It's always crowded early afternoon.Loved having the place to myself.
The morning pages are awesome and a great tool for unlocking things. I have done them on my own and I have done as part of a group with a coach, where we didn't read our pages, but at least explored where they might be guiding us.
The picture was there when I opened the page. We have had fiercely strong winds here in Ontario, too. Our house is on a hill, open-concept and when the wind howls, it is incredibly loud in our bedroom right under the roof!
I can see it now ! Problem must have been on my end.
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