making a skull pouch

 

I was up late the night before last, anytime there's an evening function, it takes a while to process and unwind -- and I had had one earlier that night.  So the dogs and I went out around 11 PM to both ground and moon bathe. The night photos (no flash) are unedited except for the moonscape, couldn't resist that effect. Normally things are black and white and gray at night but it was so bright a good amount of pink was visible. You could even see the stars. No wonder I couldn't sleep.

I'm making a little skull pouch from scraps of wool and some home-dyed indigo green silk. The package of vintage rick-rack from my mom's stash was unopened, I hesitated but thought to myself what are you going to do with it, sell it? -- of course not, use it. While I was rummaging through the stash bin, I found the page with my measurements on it and can't describe the feeling of seeing my name written in her hand. She measured me whenever she visited and once back home in North Dakota, she sewed outfits for me -- skirts and tops mostly -- my baby years so measurements fluctuated. Every single visit we went to as many fabric stores as possible to choose fabrics and she always paid, of course. I still have some of the patterns she used with notes about the fabric, length and so on. As we approach the time of year when the veil thins between the worlds, her presence strengthens each day and it feels really good. 

Today is the full moon. Getting ready to begin my full moon sewing ritual, the calendar cloth is nearly used up. This will be number 11 in the 13 moon series using months of calendar cloth -- a ritual of drawing down the moon with meditation and stitching cloth on cloth. 

Some corners of our home up there. Home is where I want to be always. Happy full moon weekending. Peace.