A whisper. Just This.
This, this softening of the stone. Stone walls. Trees fallen and standing. Beds of leaves. This place.
First stitches here, I actually found a small piece of green velvet on top of the first box of scrap that I unpacked this morning when I said to myself, Moss. I need Moss. Just nine from some small squares left over from Small Cloth class. Ready. Nine for softness in winter. Nine for a place to rest. The velvet was too small. I worked on it, backing the center with a bit of thin silk, so it might still hold together.
Holding things together is no small thing.
Note to self...Keep your needles threaded.
