solace...

 I've been creating a small something for

the solace project

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