I stitched. Added a wrinkled edge to a piece I started when I decided to rerun SunMoonStars and then changed my mind because my mind got all tangled up in yesterday and today. And I couldn't straighten it out.
I last posted about it here.
I put an edge on it. A binding is a bit like a hug. It doesn't have to be planned or perfect. As long as it holds it all together. Even for a moment. You exhale.
The man wasn't feeling well. So he slept, I stitched. Fireside.
It's cold again.
The other side of a foundation moon cabin, (this one) looking at that. A kind of ghosting. Inspired by something so simple. Like a diagram. Just a running stitch. Like drawing of the plan of how the pieces might fit together. I think it is an idea. SeamLines. Making patches that are like plans for quilt blocks. They would look great together as a new type of component. So I will keep going with this. Make a little sampler. Let's see. I'll start with nine.