The moon mending has continued. Softening the added edge of this journey.
The basket rim here was inspired by leaf veins. Remember. And my trusty nine patch was inserted in a new way. It became more of an eye. It is an eye really, I realize. Now the eye of the basket. An eye that remains near the edge. Instead of the center. Because I think the basket self is a traveller. But that story will unfold somewhere else.
I like that this cloth became smaller in the process of going. That a sense of SomeWhere emerged miles from NoWhere. I added long fringe to remind myself that even though this cloth is almost finished, the journey is NoWhere close to that.
The longer I live, the smaller each journey seems.
I will bind the top edge somehow and say goodbye.
Button face will show up now and then, I know it.
I will be out in the garden this week. Doing May things.