when i was seven we moved to our newly built house in a completely different area of whitehorse
having lived my whole life in the downtown portion of the city, being out in the country was a new experience... businesses and sidewalks gave way to houses on large lots with loads of trees
the new school was one block away
and no longer would i leave school every noon hour to go to my grand-parent's house for lunch
i loved lunchtime
my grandfather "papa" came home from work, as did my mom - they, my grandmother, and us four kids made for a pretty lively lunch hour... i was going to miss that terribly...
but my mom had a plan and it involved the lady next door
she had three small daughters, and was very young herself... a stay-at-home mom who loved to sing whilst she worked... cooking and cleaning, baking her own bread, washing and ironing... i can never, to this day, do housework without singing "scarborough fair"
we went there for a hot lunch five times a week and again after school until mom and dad came home from work
one day she was hand embroidering on a piece of the softest flannelet... it was the yoke of a nightgown for her middle daughter... three little heads, full of wavy hair, each one different...
as she stitched she sang the poem
"wynken and blynken and nod one night sailed out on a wooden shoe..."
i never forgot it, nor have i forgotten how i felt about what she was doing... a nightgown with an embroidered yoke for a three year old?
i knew even then that wasn't a commonly thing done, even if it was 1968
devotion - and not just to her daughter, but also to the making
this poem then, for me, is all wrapped up in a beautiful telling of the imaginative workings of a child's mind, and the devotion of a mother, in time and thought in an artful practice
i've long wanted to make something inspired by that most wonderful of poems and now i've finally begun
i'm stitching the story, the poem "wynken, blynken and nod", making a little cloth book, complete with text and illustrations of my own design
it's taken me a long time to work out the construction details but i finally have a plan that i think (and hope!) will work
one page with the text written out along with a few stitched details
and a facing page that illustrates that portion of the poem
it's a bit of a challenge as there aren't really many "scenes" but i'm making the most of every nuance in the verse
the details are tiny, time consuming, repetitive
but i don't mind
some of the applique is needle turned but much of it is just overcast along the edges
it'll rough up a bit as it's handling but i'm ok with that - i think it will just add to the tactile nature of the book
the pages will be about 6' square so just the right size for little hands to hold and turn
and a nice size for a scene - simple illustrations, fun with the details
i'm not just stitching a story though... i'm stitching a memory
a lasting memory of a very special person who has had a great influence on my life, and even more clearly, on my work
