Retrospective (4/29/2016)
The original post for this patch was a confusing mash-up of days, now sorted into a more comprehensible chronological order on the actual dates for which they were made. However, the original post has been retained below as many of the comments on this date relate to it.
Patch #86, reflected my reconnection with Dee Mallon's Hearts for Charleston project for which I agreed to make some labels for the back of the quilt.
If you haven't read about it, or if it's been a while, I commend it to your attention.
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Wednesday's partially orange patch was made for G with the addition of railroad tracks ...
Trains are among his favorite toys, and I love that he sings I've been workin' on the railroad as often as The eyes of Texas ... except when he's belting out The star spangled banner.
Sadly, one short week after learning of our friend's cancer diagnosis, she was gone ...
Her obituary and picture are here |
Liz was Don's other half at work, where they served the Stonehouse Elementary family as principal (Liz) and assistant principal (Don) for several years (not to mention many other professional collaborations over twenty-some years). They were a perfect team and Liz's passing shook us both deeply.
But even as we tried to make sense of it all, spring continued to come to Texas. Wildflowers multiplied overnight, and if they were bothered by the frosty mornings (very unusual for this time of year), it didn't show. So this time around, it was the four-nerve daisies that caught my eye ...
and recalling Mo's pointers on evening primrose, I tried to pay a bit more attention to details. I even traced a flower directly onto cloth ...
leaving a perfect ring of pollen to mark the center. Then I tried my best to replicate the four veins in each petal, the central Fibonacci spiral and the disk flowers surrounding it ...
But capturing the reality of the color, even using my brightest floss, was beyond my reach.
Today's patch reflects my reconnection with Dee Mallon's Hearts for Charleston project ...
which is nearing completion. If you haven't read about it, or if it's been a while, I commend it to your attention.
And then I went back to add stitches here ...
putting folds into the pink "napkin" as a reminder of our after-dinner play with G where we challenge each other to make squares and rectangles, plus the addition of the word "spring" to remind me of why I chose to use green one week before the official beginning of the season.
I also decided to answer Grace's question in stitches ...
I also decided to answer Grace's question in stitches ...
Then, as the sun slipped slowly into the clouded west, I stitched on a cloudy gray patch for today, even though the sun did manage to break through every so often. So ends the last full week of March weather patches ...
Hard to believe that April is only 5 days away.
Dear Liz...warm, heartfelt hugs for you and your husband on the passing of your friend. Bittersweet times of life. Your blog has become a daily influence for me.
ReplyDeleteBlessings sweet friend, Sue
Thank you, Sue ... it seems we've entered a new stage where it is our cohorts rather than our elders who are lost to us. I suspect it's something that one never grows accustomed to.
DeleteI'm glad you enjoy the blog, although I think I'm going to scale back from daily posts now that spring has us actively working in the yard!
Condolences for you Liz and Don on the passing of your friend and colleague. It is comforting as well as touching to see your beautiful primrose patch next to her patch, honoring her.
ReplyDeleteThank you Marti ... I was caught off guard by how deeply touched I was by Liz's death. Like a thread was drawn out of our lives ... gone, but still visible by its very absence.
Deletea beautiful journey through the ins and outs & ups and downs of a year
ReplyDeleteThank you Mo ... I am finding that I can go back to a patch and recall the day in a very different "sense" than any written journal I've ever kept.
DeleteI am so sorry for the loss of your friend. I hope you both are finding some comfort in the beauty of spring.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Hazel ... it hit me harder than I realized, but stitching has been a balm.
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