Sorting always Uncovers things. Still Undoing stacks of cloth.
I made this table cloth for Mom. Hand pieced on a commuter train. I gave it to her for Mother's day. Long ago. She liked checks. And I don't really, not that much. So I used up a lot of what I had, leftover from the the working days. She liked it a lot. But she didn't like that it wasn't backed. To her it was unfinished. To me it was just fine. Anyway, I took it back at one point. To line it. And for some reason I cut a patch from it to patch something else for her. I think she forgot about it anyway, because she was sick by then. Today I will mend it. Line it. Finish it. Just to close something between us. Give it back in a way.
Speaking of commuting...it's been years since I left that rat-race. I always loved this song.:
Turned out a bit wing shaped, but I am not done with the edge yet I don't think. I was thinking about tails, how expressive they are. How sometimes they can tell a bit of a story. And then a tale, a story. So really a wanderer might have many tales. A little wordplay. Another tail.This time a long one. A tall tale.
And to bridge the new edge, some moon shaped reinforcing. Subtle but there. Moon across. Like moons connect days. Thinking about a new symbol here.