Turning has begun here.
Not because of chill but because of dry-ness. Long hot humid days but no rain.
I am a bit fatigued with the humidity.
I just want to sit in the chair and stitch. Catch stray stories. Single strand embroidery goes so slow I can just go and seem to be right there with the thread. No line guide necessary. Most of my small works these days have begun as pairings. Those small beginnings that have collected in a basket. Two stray scraps touching. My goal this year is to use all these little bits. As story tellers. Quite often they are gifted fragments from far away places. By bringing them together it encourages a common sense as usefulness. The seam is me, in between. And for me , a kind of centering.
A temporary home.