I get tired of most People.
But not cloth. Love is that. Love is the thing that keeps going. Asks for nothing in return. It is rare and not as common as it is made out to be. I think the word love is used too loosely. That is what is running through my mind this morning. With coffee. And no glasses. Suddenly I seem to be able to see without them.
The stitched spirals are rather loose and random. That's enough. I will look for some indigo cloth to cover the back edge. If I don't have enough I will dye some.
Acorns are dropping.
