I've been creating a small something for
when I thought about what offered me solace
one word came to mind
family
so I started with something of familial significance:
the patched and very worn linen shirt
that belonged to my dear Nana T
(which I've been wearing for the past couple of decades but I finally
have to admit its so old and frayed now that its beyond my simple repairs)
I particularly love the frayed elbows
and I like to think about how both my nan and my elbows
have been pushing through the fabric over time...
I've reconfigured the sleeves by hand stitching
and I've roughly stitched a line from emily dickinson
on the newly made flag
(and the hole is honoured - as frayed holes should be)
I dipped the small flag in a pot of tea
(as tea was the beverage of choice from my Nana and Pop T)
and hung the small pennant of peace and solace out to dry
(before bundling it into an envelope bound for south australia)
xxx
