I love Mom's hair.
Until Solstice, I will be working on the feather cloth I call Home. Just that. It has rested and is ready to be once again under the needle. I have rested as well. The intense stitching had caused a flare up of my thumb joint. I am ready again. The fields of texture are quite apparent in this photo. I can close my eyes and find my way around.
I posted twice today. I have noticed that the email subscription often only publishes the last one and not more than one per day. Not sure why. Just so you know.