Years ago my mother took a watercolor class, and painted this land/waterscape. It might have been nostalgia for her native Minnesota, or a memory of something more recent (since she lived on Puget Sound). In any case, the little fisherperson in the rowboat has been sitting in my closet for a very long time. Now I'm beginning work on a jacket for my sister in Florida, and I've printed this onto cloth to be part of the garment.
It will be accompanied by embroidery done by my grandmother and dyed with indigo, and surrounded by all shades of reds and a few blues. I had the wonderful opportunity yesterday to donate stash fabrics to a group going to a Native American reservation to teach arts and crafts. I filled five liquor boxes with pieces I'll never use, diminishing my stash by almost half. In the process, I rediscovered all these great red/purple/orange fabrics that will be perfect for the jacket.
It will be accompanied by embroidery done by my grandmother and dyed with indigo, and surrounded by all shades of reds and a few blues. I had the wonderful opportunity yesterday to donate stash fabrics to a group going to a Native American reservation to teach arts and crafts. I filled five liquor boxes with pieces I'll never use, diminishing my stash by almost half. In the process, I rediscovered all these great red/purple/orange fabrics that will be perfect for the jacket.
So now I have to go get the perfect lining fabric and get started. I love diving into a new project. Plus, now there's room in my stash closet to fold everything neatly and fit it all in. I may yet achieve some kind of order, even though I recognize it will be transient.
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