Heck, it’s colder here than at McMurdo Station in Antarctica.
Yesterday we woke up late, realizing that the alarm didn’t go off because we didn’t have any power…at -18 degrees. The house was already down to 54, but power was restored after a couple of hours, we dressed in layers and were grateful to the utility workers who got us back on the grid. Everything is closed for cold, so we are hunkered down at home, Mike made a lovely pot roast in the crock pot yesterday, I’ll make soup from same today.
Winter is always a creative time for me, no distractions of travel, garden and other warmer weather enjoyments. Friends, Carol Myers and Pat DaRif and I are beginning to put together a body of work from shared materials. Carol got us started with some lovely semi-sheer rust-dyed fabric, I made some cotton and linen solar-dyed pieces, and Pat contributed richly textured fabrics, screen-printed from her original Thermofax plates. I was also interested in using some of the many domestic linens I have collected that had names and monograms on them, the original owners long lost to memory. Here are a few glimpses of my stitching explorations and beginnings.
A Lot of Time for Reading.
Here are a few titles from my “in the deep of winter” reading binge.
Once Upon a River, Diane Setterfield; Our Homesick Songs, Emma Hooper; Clock Dance, Anne Tyler; Little Fires Everywhere, Celeste Ng; The Essex Serpent, Sarah Perry; A Country Road, a Tree, Jo Baker; A River of Stars, Vanessa Hua; Force of Nature, Jane Harper; and Ghost Wall, Sarah Moss.