book number three, full of wonder
I had a lot of fun making this book, as well as some serious musing*, whilst learning new techniques too. Or maybe not new ones, just stitched stuff differently. I like the effect the wrap-around-the-string-stitch offers and am enamoured with the rainbow, I intend to make loads more, as they bring such joy. The poem is hidden away in a pocket. It has thus become a book with and without words. During the sewing I listened to Jude’s golden oldies and stumbled upon the snow globe, hence the snow beads surrounding the moon. I also half-saw the first season of Downton Abbey….as last week was much cooler than the previous weeks it was a good one to stay indoors and sit and stitch slowly. I became quite obsessed with this book.
Toad’s short poem
I am the quiet toad
silent and stold friendsill
it may not look like it
but I'm smiling
smiling on the inside
by now, maybe you are too
first posted here
first posted here
*A surprising amount of violence occurred during the process: the countless needle-pricks, the cutting of cloth with the sharp scissors, the tearing of fabric, the pounding of the torn leaves with a hammer…..and these are just some of the things I have done! The iron ore extracted from the earth needed to forge the steel for the needles and pins; the cotton grown using water and pesticides, then harvested, dyed, washed, woven, transported, I have doubtless forgotten lots that happened along the way. I contemplated all of this as I sat sewing quietly, at first feeling rather smug with myself at being able to be content with ‘so little’. After my sobering thoughts I felt decidedly less high-and-uppity, realising I too am part of the violence that is inherent to life and living. In life there is death. To me it is apparent that everything is connected, connected in ways I cannot begin to imagine. What I can imagine is what I make.
Whatever my thoughts I am happy with book number three!
A beautiful rendition of 'What a wonderful world' by Jon Batiste