As you know, last year I experimented with needlepoint boxes. When Rachel visited in July, I showed her the box in my office. Later on, we got to talking and came up with a design for another one.
This first one actually has nothing to do with the box itself, exactly; it’s one of two shots from the impromptu artist date I took the morning I had my perio cleaning. I was very upset about having to do it, scared and sad, and I decided to go to the park to sit and try to relax and ground. This was one of the views from my chair:
This is part of the Forest Preserve of Cook County, a huge green space that rings the city of Chicago. It’s quite beautiful. We’re lucky to be surrounded by such green; and in fact, the motto of the city is Urbs in Horto, or City in a Garden.
The camera on my telephone doesn’t do a very good color balance with the sun, but the view this direction went into a little shaded grotto-like space I could imagine all sorts of little fairy-like creatures inhabiting.
My chair and the calligraphy set that I bought myself as a present. It’s not actually a very good set of pens, but I did at least support my art.
Inside the famous knitting bag. It’s getting very ratty now, and is going to need some surgery on the handle, but I still like it. (My mother, who died in July of 2000, made it.)
This is the top and bottom of the box, and the side I’m holding is the back-side of the bottom to show the stitches. The brown matches the brown on my table at home, and the blue is a Brede’s Knot, a symbol of the Goddess, Brede.
Here are the two pieces side by side, to get an idea of the pattern. We drew it out on paper first, coloring in the boxes, and had a couple different drafts before settling on this one.