Back Home. A break.
Where I sleep, Time Flies hangs on the wall. Half quilted. A reminder of how things get away from me. A real time story cloth.
Maybe I will take it down and hold it today.
Then I will hang it again but give it more space. To fly. Make it useful in its UN-finished-ness.
I didn't take a stitch this weekend.
Most Indigo cloth in this piece by Glennis. Before I learned to dye my own. Hope to find some time for that this summer.