April sun...

"To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers."

(Edna St. Vincent Millay: Spring)


Accidental patchwork

It´s a stencil I used to paint red circles on
to fabric (and NO, I´m not sponsored by VW...;) -
for this...

It needs to get finished presto - I´m going
to send it off to a magazine to be photographed
for an article - which pleases me a lot, needless
to say...


The story of a triangle

Some time ago I made a triangle necklace -
and here´s how that came about:

It was the charming little white triangle on
this photo which on the spur of the moment made
me want to make one too...

It´s in an inspiring book by Catherine Legrand,
"Wundebare Welt der Stoffe" in German - there´s no
English translation from the French original as far
as I see, but a very similar book: "Textiles - A World

The necklace has been sitting on the shelf for a
while, so it´s on sale now here...


A sunday child

Started on a sunday, finished on
a sunday = yesterday
(with a lot of gaps in between, of course...)

Spring breath I call it.

"April breath
of boyish red
the tongue crushes..."

(Elfriede Jelinek: Spring)



Reading and stitching.
Wouldn´t mind doing not much else, really...

Thanks for liking the red thread femmes!


Red thread females

These might or might not still be wips.
One´s for sure: I like threaddrawing stern

I´ll be off for a little while - peaceful
and creative Easter holidays to everyone...