It's made up of bits and pieces of my great, great grandmother's dresses, my great, great grandfather's shirts and drawers, and my grandmother's scraps (She did some repair work.). It's a composition taken from the scraps of their lives. It's a treasure that I marvel at every day.
Recycling the bits and pieces from my life is a concept that appeals to me in a big way. Committing the 'now' into something that my grandchildren and their offspring will look at and perhaps cherish gives me goosebumps.
India Flint was teaching magic during Shakerag last summer. I bought her book, came home, and began experimenting with the plants that grew in my yard, my neighbors yards, and . . . well, the entire county. Just last night I started a brew with Japanese maple leaves from my son's yard to see if the red leaves give a different tint than the green summer leaves.
And then I discovered Jude Hill and her Spirit Cloth blog and signed up for her Cloth to Cloth workshop, and I find myself checking it daily, reading and re-reading her instructions, marking my calendar for the next lesson. I am so wanting to sit with cloth, needle and thread and create in this softer way. And I'm delighted to incorporate the eco-dyed fabric from summer into my winter obsession.
And the old feed sacks from another summer's collection.
And I feel like I'm returning to my roots.
It feels good.