This sweet vintage dress provided the perfect gateway into sewing as my little one grows from a baby into a toddler.
I'm always attentive to textile references and delight when I hear song lyrics using textile imagery tell a story or communicate a feeling. Lately I've been enjoying the Rain for Roots albums with my baby, and today I heard something about "the fabric of faith." Looking up the full lyrics, I discovered that the song… Continue reading Texts & Textiles: Rain for Roots
In the four years I’ve called Community First! Village home, I haven’t had much room for sewing or weaving. However, I’ve had access to abundant outdoor space, and so while my farmer-husband has handled growing our vegetables, I’ve cultivated several experimental textile crops: first cotton, and then dye plants. Two years ago, I received seeds… Continue reading Uprooting
I’ve always loved hand-me-downs. As a child, I refused to wear clothes without “stories” – either the story of how my Mama made it, or the story of the person who owned and wore it before me. Having a baby has renewed my love for hand-me-downs. Recently, some friends of my husband gave us their… Continue reading Make Do and Mend: Jogging Stroller Strap Replacement
The peace-makers quiet the winds of the world ever ready to be up and blowing; they tend and cherish the interlacing roots of the ministering grass; they spin and twist many uniting cords, and they weave many supporting bands...[but] every self-assertion, every form of self-seeking however small or poor, world-noble or grotesque, is a separating… Continue reading Texts & Textiles: George MacDonald
My spirit isn't exactly troubled these days, but it is brimful of ideas, hopes, questions, plans, and projects.
Weaving, sewing, care for the poor -- all springing from the love of Christ.
For the last few months, I've stepped away from my keyboard and let sleep knit the raveled sleeve of so many cares.
I finished it just before midnight; the final stitches were my Easter vigil. As I draped the cloth, I was forgiving my body for her failures, forgiving my God for His delay.
Make no mistake: if he rose at all It was as His body; If the cell’s dissolution did not reverse, the molecule reknit, The amino acids rekindle, The Church will fall. It was not as the flowers, Each soft spring recurrent; It was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled eyes of the… Continue reading Texts & Textiles: John Updike