Enjoying watching the past reappear. I remember these hearts. I think it was sometime about here that I found you!
Also, I found a blog post the other day that mentioned you working creatively with your brother. I don’t think I ever knew about him. If I had to find the post again I’m sure I couldn’t. 🤷🏻♀️
Hey Jude, I'm so enjoying your videos and watching your creative process. I have a question that I've always wanted to ask you. Just curious why you don't iron your fabrics before you begin stitching?
I rarely iron, only sometime lightly if the cloth will not lay flat enough to show itself. I find that ironing takes away from the nature of the cloth, makes it more like paper in a way. And in it's relaxed state it seems to allow more ripple to the stitch. And gives more life to the surface of the piece. Seems more touchable. Kind of reaches out.
I just knew you'd have a great reason why. I, myself, hate to pull out the ironing board and iron if I don't have to, but I force myself too because of my guilt from my upbringing. My own mother in the 1960's ironed everything, including our linens. Probably because there were no polyesters in fabric back then and everything was so wrinkled. She actually had a designated ironing day. Monday was wash day and Tuesday was for ironing. And she's put records on the high fi and we'd sing and move our hips and dance to Dean, Bing, Frank and all the popular artists at the time. Of course I had my own miniature board and an iron that actually heated up a tiny bit. Ha ha. Some of my best memories from my childhood. Favorite songs from that time was "Get me to the Church on time", and "How much is that Doggie in the Window, "Yellow Polka Dot Bikini "and "Moon River". OMG, I could go on forever naming all the songs, they are flooding back to me now as I write this. I always feel so blessed to have grown up in that time of no technology, especially cell phones. My dear mother passed in 2013 at 92 years old after suffering from Alzheimer's for 10 years. I still think about and dream about her and feel so badly that I didn't tell her enough what a wonderful mother she was to me and Grandmother to my children. Ok, enough as I'm getting teary.
ah, jude, u capture the poetry of process like no other... i hear music streaming when i see the work of your hands. like wind thru treetops, it fills my soul. timeless. priceless. i'll replay your videos today as i transform my play space. the creative energy they release is tangible. truly heart felt... x
these scraps are useful for remembering and seem to rise to the surface of the basket in their own time. maybe as we need to remember them. I can feel what you/we were trying to say then. a warm heartline between here and you.
Enjoying watching the past reappear. I remember these hearts. I think it was sometime about here that I found you!
Also, I found a blog post the other day that mentioned you working creatively with your brother. I don’t think I ever knew about him. If I had to find the post again I’m sure I couldn’t. 🤷🏻♀️
My brother works with me on the indigo dyeing. The Threadcrumbs.
Hey Jude, I'm so enjoying your videos and watching your creative process. I have a question that I've always wanted to ask you. Just curious why you don't iron your fabrics before you begin stitching?
And also, I use the glue stitch to flatten the pieces.
Hey, Hi!
I rarely iron, only sometime lightly if the cloth will not lay flat enough to show itself. I find that ironing takes away from the nature of the cloth, makes it more like paper in a way. And in it's relaxed state it seems to allow more ripple to the stitch. And gives more life to the surface of the piece. Seems more touchable. Kind of reaches out.
I just knew you'd have a great reason why. I, myself, hate to pull out the ironing board and iron if I don't have to, but I force myself too because of my guilt from my upbringing. My own mother in the 1960's ironed everything, including our linens. Probably because there were no polyesters in fabric back then and everything was so wrinkled. She actually had a designated ironing day. Monday was wash day and Tuesday was for ironing. And she's put records on the high fi and we'd sing and move our hips and dance to Dean, Bing, Frank and all the popular artists at the time. Of course I had my own miniature board and an iron that actually heated up a tiny bit. Ha ha. Some of my best memories from my childhood. Favorite songs from that time was "Get me to the Church on time", and "How much is that Doggie in the Window, "Yellow Polka Dot Bikini "and "Moon River". OMG, I could go on forever naming all the songs, they are flooding back to me now as I write this. I always feel so blessed to have grown up in that time of no technology, especially cell phones. My dear mother passed in 2013 at 92 years old after suffering from Alzheimer's for 10 years. I still think about and dream about her and feel so badly that I didn't tell her enough what a wonderful mother she was to me and Grandmother to my children. Ok, enough as I'm getting teary.
I actually love to iron. And my mom did too.
Thankyou Jude 💓 you are so generous with your time 🌸
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I love this: “…. the POETRY OF THE PROCESS always produces new form.”
Applicable to so much daily working-through. Copied down to think more about.
I love hearts💙💙💙💙
Sending warm hugs.
it helps to think about the journey like that
So lovely to revisit all this. Old hearts, with new eyes.
always new really
ah, jude, u capture the poetry of process like no other... i hear music streaming when i see the work of your hands. like wind thru treetops, it fills my soul. timeless. priceless. i'll replay your videos today as i transform my play space. the creative energy they release is tangible. truly heart felt... x
it's nice to think we can share energy
Hearts adrift 💙
so many images have formed
I appreciate the re-release of your hearts since I found you recently. I enjoy all of your tutorials. Thank you for going through the process!
what a trip!
I adore your work Jude .. 💚
Thanks!❤️
these scraps are useful for remembering and seem to rise to the surface of the basket in their own time. maybe as we need to remember them. I can feel what you/we were trying to say then. a warm heartline between here and you.
these scraps are like old friends, a lifeline
A Heart Adrift, on a new adventure. Bon voyage!❤️🖤🤍
drifting off