I worked on my fiber painting today. I filled in all the spaces between and around the stars behind her head with the back striped fabric I got from the same quilt.
Then I stitched her head onto the backing. I hand stitched it all and by the end of the day, my mind was fuzzy with the repetitive work.
When ever I do this kind of repetitive “women’s work” I think of Martha Ballard.
I read the book based on her diary called The Midwife’s Tale: the Life of Martha Ballard Based on Her Diary 1785-1812, years ago. But I still remember how bored she was with house hold chores, especially weaving. (It wasn’t the creative kind of weaving, she was weaving yards and yards of linen to make clothes from) She always preferred to be out doctoring rather than staying home. She delivered many babies, but took care of anyone who was sick riding miles to get to them day or night and staying with someone for days if necessary.
After I finished all the sewing, I started to think about how I might create the goddesses hands. I’m thinking of some simple stitched black lines to delineate her fingers which will rest on her hips.