I added a floral cloth behind this story that I have been calling "trying to understand" . It shows on several sides, the spring cloth, it peeks out. But it isn't helping really. I have been stitching in the dark parts. Xs that you can't really see easily. Trying to secure the darkness in someway. Maybe a way to feel my way through. Anyway. It didn't work. I am still in the dark. Feeling bitter and tired and helpless. Honestly. I am just like everyone else. Without a lot of practice with all this, it seems to have taken me by surprise.
I suppose the most striking thing about this little cloth is that child-like snowman figure. (where it all started) As simple as it is. Was. Once upon a time. Mom is like that these days. And I am stuck being an adult.