another sunday, nothing important to say. there were plans to stitch yesterday but it didn't happen.
some wood was moved inside. but it is still warm enough without lighting a fire.
i looked at some cloth and thread hanging on the wall. touching a piece of old indigo boro that glennis brought back for me from japan. i thank her for that.
this morning i asked myself how small could i make that feather?
since i seem to have so many questions lately. this seemed a simple enough one to answer.
i know it's september but i am still lost in august. or somewhere.
