the story as an open window

there has not been that much stitching going on lately.  instead it has just been summer.  still raining here and there, but heating up and getting slow and steamy.  we open the windows in the early morning, to let the cool air in.  then we close things up tight to keep the heat and humidity out until evening.  i love early morning summer windows.  the slice of a new day.  the screen and how it gives a calm order to everything within the frame.
the small coma cloth which really has no name  has become a catchall for random elements that have been plucked from those that crossed my path.  the long cloth frame has created a time line to record a week of scrap collecting.  it seems to be developing into an opportunity to relate different bits of red. they have come from far away places but with in this context they seem to know each other and a conversation has begun.