This is what I have to show for the last 9-ish weeks of my life, though it’s not exactly final yet. Need to plug some gaps and add more flowers but … Two months of my life are in this cross-stitch of a fox.
Two months of obsessions and wrist pain, anxiety and uncertainty and grief. The darkest months, stitching roses in bloom or opening. I like to stitch while I am fresh from dreaming. Up at 6 a.m. threading a needle before work.
I listened to SIX audiobooks throughout this project, I noticed that many of these works involve embroidery or stitching:
Villette by Charlotte Brontë features women whiling away their days with embroidery. “Accomplished” is NOT a word I’d use to describe myself, though.
House of Gucci: A Sensational story of murder, madness, glamor and greed by Sara Gay Forden really wasn’t very sensational or full of tabloid drama. It was about the fashion design industry, and yeah, people sewing clothing!
Dance Dance Dance by Haruki Murakami … Not sure if there is sewing in this actually, it contains a lot of feverish visions?
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis is full of heavy coats that smell of mothballs, perfect for wearing when you start to feel pine needles where you think the back of a wardrobe should be.
Crying in H Mart by Michelle Zauner is a tribute to a mother who loved beautiful things and fashion and beauty … as well as the BEST foods.
Circe by Madeline Miller features a well-crafted loom! Thread. Story weaving and desire. The Fates holding our lives as bits of yarn.
I finished this last audiobook this morning while I ripped out the waste canvas: