Still working on prototypes for the tea pouches–little bags that will hold between 2 and 4 oz. of tea. I wrote about this project in my last post. And in the interim have learned a lot about self. For one thing, I am not mass production oriented. At All. I loved/love making the cloth for this project. But realize that once the cloth’s made, it’s time to turn the fabric over to a seamstress. Which I am not.
I’m not at all precise –I could be but it kinda bores me–so to get the general size, i’m just ripping and eyeballing. Still a certain amount of planning and precision is called for at this stage of the design process. Ends have to meet and drawstrings have to be long enough and then there’s the MACHINE. Filling bobbins–aarrrgh i hate doing that–and fiddling with things that jam up the needle or whatever. So this white heart figure. Oh. she saved my life. Evolved straight from right brain activity almost without my noticing. I was just handling scraps. Setting them here and there until I noticed the form and then I looked more closely and smiled. She seems to say, you take a break now. Stop thinking. Relax that furrowed brow. Don’t measure. Forget all of that. Just enjoy. Take your time with me, we’re just getting started. Forget production. Forget speed. Go slowly. I appreciate her advice.
What could I call her other than White Heart?
But I’m committed to making the fabric for these little tea pouches. I love doing that. Even enjoy the free motion stitching–it’s loose and spontaneous and can be anything it turns out to be. But once the design and dimensions are firmed up, we will just find someone who enjoys production sewing. So here are a few puerh pouches intended to hold 2 or more oz. of loose tea. They’ve yet to be stained in tea. When I put them on the table, I was so charmed with the interaction between the four. A little family of sorts. 
I think about tea now. Tea that’s travelled from amazing parts of the world. From there to here. And I think about the history of the journey of tea over the milleniums. Here’s a fascinating article:
http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2010/05/tea-horse-road/jenkins-text
following thread 
She looks forever like “Fly Away Home” to me – that old gospel song that conjures peace, comfort, and hope…along with some saddness. love, Elizabeth
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i’m not familiar with that particular song–but love ole gospel–a lot. will look it up.
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i know what you mean about mass production. i’m lucky if i don’t get bored before finishing one project. wonderful pouches. couldn’t get the link to work.
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if you come back here, try the link again. it’s working now.
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yes. how cloth talks to us. tells us Things. and yes too, about the Knowing to create
the base of it, the spirit of it, and let it fly from there. i love your wing~ed being
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i’m finding that so true. the base. the foundation. sometimes they just wait and wait and wait.–and it’s always a surprise.
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I love how your White Heart Spirit of the Cloth appeared in the nick of time!
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just want to add that I love making things in series! books, cards, prints, earrings, drawings, whatever… observing the variations on the theme…
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i’m not sure, but i think that may be happening here. we’ll see.
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wow, you said it right–just iin the nick of time!
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hi Patricia, back from an overactive week, loved every minute of it, so to my sporty brain your angel looks like she’s jumping for joy! haha love her and love your pouch-family
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Saskia! Yay. Seemed like you were gone FOR EVER. Glad you like “herself!” So good to hear from you.
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