Saturday, October 9, 2010

how it is here

my life is a series of small miracles and weirdnesses. and very simple, really. quiet. except for the tiny metallic ting i heard before dawn today. a dog bowl sound. once. then twice. i went to investigate. turned on the light. ready for anything. then saw the movement. a juvenile red squirrel zipped into a basket with my swimming things in it that sits on a small chest. a little curse, then i opened the doors to outside, approached the basket, carefully picked up the leather handles, and transported it to the stoop. there i left it and am hoping the critter has scrammed. sigh. it gets old, the constant battle to keep wildlife (mostly rodents) outdoors.
i scored this book in toronto. i love the title. stones bones and stitches. suits me. i suppose it's appropriate that there are red squirrels trying to lick out wendy's bowl. bones on the work table. and paper and vellum and shifu and...stitches holding it all together.
you also MUST see this. from the current issue of selvedge: from the exhibit threads of feeling. each fabric swatch was harvested by a foundling's mother when she gave up her child, a chosen textile from their personal clothing is the identifying fiber used by mom and orphanage to tie baby to mother. 27,000 of them.

14 comments:

Valerianna said...

Wow, that book looks amazing.... I wonder if I can find it? I have a thing for stones and bones....

I know the challenge of trying to keep critters out of the house, good luck with that! A huge bear once tried to come in the kitchen door, luckily, it was locked!

Velma said...

yikes! my nephew had a bear inside--here there a little shy and low in population. just little critters!

Velma said...

they're, woops

jude said...

that's a great book. going around plugging up holes to keep the mice out. maybe i will make them little blankets and they will stay outside.

Velma said...

ha!
there's a story in there--

kaite said...

the first foundling on that page was named Dorothy Stone, was that a small coincidence also?
when i lived in the middle of a forest just a few years back a wombat tried to come in the door - gave us a huge fright as all was quiet and dark otherwise.

Velma said...

totally coincidence. if there is such a thing...
the night a flying squirrel landed on my bedroom window screen and stayed until i enticed it to go elsewhere was startling. no more than bats, though i'm more used to them. but a wombat? yikes!

kaite said...

imagine - several hundred acres of dark dense forest, night, a small cabin, no outside lights except the stars, silence except for the barking owls and frogs - then someone shoulders the only door, heavily. an inquisitive wombat.

Cait Throop said...

Velma, your last picture...got a soft and amazed wow from me...wow...Connections are so important.
xo Cait

Sweetpea said...

I caught my breath when I got to the foundling exhibit...now I wonder how in the world I can get to London by March 2011 to see this. Thank you for posting.

Margaret Braun said...

The squirrels that live here are critics. They jump on to my balcony; pull the plantings out of my flowerpots if they don't like them; and throw them over the rail.

Velma said...

cait and sweetpea (?) let's go to london!

margaret, i can just imagine what you hav eot say to the squirrels.

Tammie said...

oh my, the foundlings cloth, I had never heard of this. Somehow my heart responses with emotion and tenderness.
And the book would have caught my attention too.
As for the squirrel, I had one stealing and shredding a box on my porch just an hour ago.

Velma said...

unfortunately here i have far too many outdoor critters ending up inside the house. and the foundlings, oh, my.