Just a glorious morning.
Cold with that promise of warmer. Even if it's a long way off.
Here I am, in the same spot. Almost waiting for spring. But there is no need. For it will come Eventually.
I did a bit more quilting on Holding Pattern last night but showing you every stitch will get a bit boring so let's let that ride for a while. It takes a lot of stitches. This patchwork base was in the shop for a bit but I caught it before it flew away and decided there was more story here for me to tell. I just added a tiny bit of red silk fringe that appeared caught on the bottom of the scrap basket. Set it free. I've pinned the whole patched fragment to a longer piece of cloth. More space, room for going. What I originally loved here was the imperfection of the dyeing and how the wings seemed to be appearing or disappearing, how the form was in transition.
We feel this will be our last winter here. Change is in the air. And I will call this little long cloth that. Change is in the Air.
