Stitching Shibori

Pics are from last summer..

Dish Towel

Stitching and stitching, my fingers will never be the same...Sometimes I think that its not worth the time to make so many stitches just to dye it all and have to rip the stitches out. Anyone who sews will tell you that ripping stitches out is a heart wrenching thing to do...so much time and work just to be rendered lost. My thumb joints are not ever going to be the same. I am constantly thinking please oh please let me have complete use of my hands the entire time I am living. I truly appreciate them so much.   Multiple dye sessions on a fabric always make it worthwhile to me though. Fold, stitch and fold again. Sometimes with different colors, sometimes the same. That layering look that we get as we age, something good something more beneath the surface. Pulling wet stitches though? Still the pits.

Dread

I am filled with dread. I leave tomorrow to attend my brother Davids memorial, he committed suicided a month ago. I miss him and love him and still have so many thoughts racing through my head. Some are petty, some are not.

For a few months now I just keep telling myself, "Just get through this day", but I say it every day. I will be glad when my feelings of this subside. So many people have said that there will be hard times, but you will get through them. etc. etc. I wish for so many things... Tomorrow will be a better day.