I worked on it during the family week between Christmas and New Year's,
I kept going even though it seemed every evening that I should let it drop into the pile of abandons.
I stitched it while surrounded by family.
It's green like a leaf.
It comforted me like a tree, hiding my nervousness
containing my creativity
It allowed me to be present for them because it was only my hands doing busy work
I was not engaging my mind.
Or limping body.
In the mornings I continued, the boys and their dad downloaded the newest star wars game,
my daughters slept.
The greenness is why I started it.
That and the old-ness of the cloth.
I often stitch while visiting with my family.
Somethimes I go too far and the cloths need to have sections erased or removed
Moon cloth is an example of a worry cloth,
Also silver water and Canadian Pioneer.
This piece is about adding.
Adding and erasing.
These tucks hide some of the dots I made.
Tucking under, covering up.
my light green heart
I thought yesterday was my last day with this piece.
We drove the girls to Sudbury and I stitched all the way there and all the way back
and then again before and after dinner,
and then some more in front of two episodes of homeland
and for two more hours after Ned went to bed.
the texutre of them, standing proud.
hiding things within their creases
iniviting me to touch and manipulate.
I stare at the repetitive small shapes that line up along the leaves
and the greenness of it makes me happy this January day.