What is ordinary daily life anyway?Breakfast – housecoats – diapers – bath – crying – cleaning up TV - tea – reading stories – snowsuits – writing letters, reading letters,holding babies, making sandwiches – heating soup folding corduroys – sorting socks – tea – coaxing two year olds listening to seven year olds – thinking – quilting – my art the radio – the window – the dishwasher thinking – jotting down ideas – peeling vegetablespouring milk – talking – piano lessons – undressing – sexHow would I define myself?I would have to answer ‘ a mother ‘When you have a seven-month-old baby, it does really occupy you the most. But I feel that I am an artist too. I can’t call myself one this year though. Now I am first a mother.Journal Text from December 13 1987
Images of stitching and nature walks from this week.
(((Judy))) and always an artist! is your stitching on velvet?
ReplyDeletehow well I remember the endless cycle of days with little ones, even 30+ years on ... and what has changed ... the quotidian things that are no longer necessary, maybe even thankfully done with ... even as some, like letters (real letters!) ... and those sweet snuggles in the rare quiet moments ... how those might be missed
ReplyDeleteyour stitched circles, such a faithful imagining of your words
You have expressed that special time in our lives so beautifully. Thank you.
ReplyDelete"Mothering" definitely holds sway ;))) It's been many years since I had my mothering days...but i still remember them fondly...now it's grandmothering for me!! Hugs, Julierose
ReplyDeleteI too remember trying to define myself as a mother and an artist, working in the small hours
ReplyDeleteI have noticed large patches of gray and thinking, nothing to photograph here, missing the colors of summer, but after seeing your photographs I will need to go back out and visit the gray again
Lovely photos, and stitching
lovely photos.
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Oh how I remember those days of being a mother. warm and wonderful post.
ReplyDeleteI also felt so close to this. I am 73 now but remember those days. so funny that my granddaughter feels like she is the first doing this routine. Thank you for the memory and the feeling...
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