The first parable recorded in Matthew, Mark, and Luke is that of the new patch on the old garment. I was surprised to see that it was first, but it makes sense: Jesus takes a situation perfectly familiar to his audience--the need to mend a worn garment--and uses it to reveal something mysterious about the kingdom of heaven.
Besides the absolute delight of sewing such wee frocks (because everything is cute in miniature, right?), creating these dresses was a valuable project for several reasons.
Partly work and partly play You must on St. Distaffs Day: From the plough soon free your team; Then cane home and fother them: If the maids a-spinning go, Burn the flax and fire the tow. Bring in pails of water then, Let the maids bewash the men. Give St. Distaff' all the right: Then… Continue reading Texts & Textiles: St. Distaff’s Day
January 6 marks the Feast of the Epiphany, when the child Jesus was revealed to the Magi from the east. I made these felt Magi for my mother as part of a larger nativity scene last Christmas. I used the instructions and patterns from Salley Mavor's marvelous Wee Felt Folk. The wool felt was either… Continue reading The Epiphany of our Lord
I, said the sheep with curly horn, I gave Him my wool for His blanket warm, He wore my coat on Christmas morn; I, said the sheep with curly horn. Today is the 10th day of Christmas, and at our house, we're still singing carols. One of my favorites is "The Friendly Beasts," a song… Continue reading Texts & Textiles: A Christmas Carol
The two things You asked, we have by Your birth. You put on our visible body; let us put on your hidden power. Our body became Your garment; Your spirit became our robe. Blessed is He Who was adorned and adorned us!" from Ephrem of Syria, "Hymn 22 on the Nativity." Ephrem the Syrian, Hymns. Trans.… Continue reading Texts & Textiles: Ephrem of Syria
There's something fitting about drying leaves & harvesting seeds during Advent. Both are works of patience, preparation, and hope.
The beauty of the veil is the promise, teaching us to love what lies beneath.
The work of our heads, hearts, and hands can become lamps we hold aloft for Christ, lighting our way to the feast He will call--at any moment--for us to join.
Blessed are the timid hearts that evil hate that quail in its shadow, and yet shut the gate; that seek no parley, and in guarded room, though small and bate, upon a clumsy loom weave tissues gilded by the far-off day hoped and believed in under Shadow's sway. Blessed are the men of Noah's race… Continue reading Texts & Textiles: JRR Tolkien