Monday, April 18, 2011
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.