I emptied and sorted my quilt cupboard over the weekend.
I came across this enlarged negative of Oona in her high school graduation robes that I had planned to stitch to fabric.
And the red thread baby I embroidered onto her muslin dress.
The wrappings done the year my mother died.
I did two things. The first was to take the quilts made before 1998 out and put them into a downstairs cupboard. The second was to re-organize the
Millennium Journal stacks of fabric.
Eight panels of 28 days each were stitched together, but that still leaves a lot of days between November 1998 and February 2001. Twenty-two months are just stacked.
My life is in this work.
I emptied and sorted my quilt cupboard over the weekend. 
I came across this enlarged negative of Oona in her high school graduation robes that I had planned to stitch to fabric. 
And the red thread baby I embroidered onto her muslin dress. 
The wrappings done the year my mother died. 
I did two things. The first was to take the quilts made before 1998 out and put them into a downstairs cupboard. The second was to re-organize the Millennium Journal stacks of fabric. 
Eight panels of 28 days each were stitched together, but that still leaves a lot of days between November 1998 and February 2001. Twenty-two months are just stacked.
My life is in this work.
8 comments:
love un gran artista
What a lovely life it appears to be.
Judy, you can be proud of all the beautiful textiles you made; did you feel so? Suppose you might have a look every now and then, with me it always brings a feeling of satisfaction. Thanks for showing your life!
WOW- I knew you were productive, but WOW!!!
I can only manage a 'wow' too. I see a full, colourful and textured life there.
who would want it any other way.
beautiful.
absolutely.. your life is just beautiful...
wow judy...what an amazing life you have had ands continue to havexxlyndax
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