For those of you who subscribe to the zen of ironing, you will understand that I have had quite a meditative morning. I started out at the ironing board with the fabrics my daughter used to wrap her Christmas presents. And I got to keep everyone's wrapping. Yes, that's actual sheen on the fabric, not the flash. I think most of these are from Mali as she spent some time there as a vacation from her Peace Corps post in The Gambia.
Ironing those fabrics and seeing the word "damask" reminded me that it was about time to iron all the cloth napkins awaiting attention. I won't tell you for how long they've been waiting, but they had at least been washed and were clean. As I sorted through them--to bleach, starch and iron--a few more fell by the wayside into the ragbag. I am always sad when they "graduate" because the damask designs are so lovely, and I get a bit nostalgic about the meals they accompanied. I realized that while the napkins I bought nearly forty years ago have all graduated, some of the really old ones are still going strong. One of my favorites has the most wonderful monogram (see above) and is a heavy damask.
I only get as far as ironing my damask napkins, but if you want to see the remarkable things one artist does with them and with other household objects, please take a look at and enjoy my friend Diane Savona's work.
Now, to more ironing . . .er, meditation.

Here's a detail. I'm still in love with the embroidery stitch I've been using and seem to be stitching circles on everything lately. I have three more pieces in the Navigation series to baste and quilt, but it's the basting part that I really dislike. Even listening to the music shuffle on my iPod isn't much help getting through it. Here's hoping I move forward.
Fiber Revolution
We're pretty excited about this. I'm happy that my work--if not myself--will be on the same continent as my daughter who is into her second year in the Peace Corps in The Gambia.