I did a fab embroidery workshop at Raystitch with Richard McVetis. We revisited some old stitches and learned some new ones too.. I came home with a small sampler worked on gorgeous white wool.. but of course I couldn't leave all that empty space...
Scraps of fabric and thread, and endless blanket stitch. You don't always know why you do something but just have to trust the process.
I found a bundle of letters, written in the late 1960's, addressed to a lady called Ruby .. Reading between the lines of these letters (mostly from her family) it was obvious that she had spent a considerable time in hospital. I find it amazing how much information could be gleaned from a dozen or so letters and I feel a sense of responsibility in using them.
This ongoing project is to transcribe these letters into a quilted nylon bed jacket of the period.
The fragment of a child's pyjama jacket was discovered under the floorboards during renovations.. seemed a shame to throw it away so added cotton and silk scraps and layers of stitch. As always it's all about the process rather than the finished object.
I took a workshop with the amazing Rosalind Wyatt who shared the secrets of her writing with a needle... It's not as easy as it would seem but it is addictive..
Ten Thousand Stitches
''At least 10,000 unaccompanied child refugees have disappeared after arriving in Europe, according to the EU’s criminal intelligence agency…. "
https://www.theguardian.com/world/2016/jan/30/fears-for-missing-child-refugees (Jan 2016)
There is little I can do about this situation but, in an attempt to somehow at least mark these children's existence, I made a tally of ten thousand stitches.
One child missing is one too many, ten thousand is unthinkable.
I'm following my bliss.