good for the skin bad for the hair :-)

Nancy, it is such a treasure to imagine your commute past your own street people and to hear you say that I pop into your thoughts when you see them. I love that! You know that I wrestle with telling these stories without offending, and one of my "to dos" in this process is to find people in social services to get their professional feedback. But if these stories could inspire more heartfelt stories, how could that be a bad thing? Thank you for telling me this. It's validating to know I might be on the right track. Ultimately, when I finish the cloth I'm planning to have it professionally photographed, then donate it to raise funds in a silent auction fundraiser. I'd use the photographs to remember the cloth, but really so I could produce cards and books to sell to continue to raise money for social services. I haven't said anything about this, but I believe that if I start saying it out loud, 1. it becomes a commitment 2. it becomes real thank you for always coming back :-)

This one is the ultimate improv project. I'm stitching now, but have yet to figure out how I will strengthen the fabric pieces without losing their "personality". I like my work to evolve to some functional use, so each piece needs to be strong enough to hold up to some battering. Right now, this is so delicate, it wants to unravel as I stitch. Maybe a sheer overlay? Thanks for your thoughts...

Hi Dee, Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this project. I'm glad you said something about the importance of the narrative for each block. I've been going back and forth on that, and think that I need to go back to my original plan to somehow integrate that into each block. Not sure how that will be, since I've used the space in other ways now on each block, but I'll figure it out. I plan to make a book with a page devoted to each block and the complete story on the facing page. I also want to make a set of cards doing the same thing. Then it's easier to tell the story. I think I understand your son's feelings. I felt the same way when I lived in the city. There were many homeless people that scared me, annoyed me. But then there were these nine, who I really was touched by, and looked forward to. I didn't fully understand "the story" until years later. And I'm still learning as I think about each one as I work on their block. Thank you

Nancy, I think it's so interesting that both you and Doris saw the illusion of sameness of the squares. I knew they were all wonky, so I was just trying to line them up in some orderly manner. I'm stitching on them now, so they are changing - or at least I think they are. I wonder how the changes will change the illusion of sameness. Thanks for looking

and, there is your rock necklace. the shirt and necklace make a nice pairing...

Thank you! This robe has taken many twists and turns since it's beginning as a linen tablecloth. I always reserve the right to change my mind :-) Thanks for stopping by and for your kind comment...

It's like a hieroglyph!

Isn't that something? After I walked the dogs (without a camera) I had to go back and snap a few pictures. It'll be gone by noon.

it's how it is right now with no end in sight! :-)