There were no heads on ye old key holder.
I'm not sure what happened to them. They rolled off somewhere.
Yesterday, The Man made two paper mache balls.
Moon heads. I said that. They need faces. He said that.
We took a selfie, printed it small and cut out the faces.
And here we are...
That was fun.
Looking for answers in a scrap basket...
(I love working on the floor. It reminds me of when I was smaller.)
And finding them!
Still some weaving into imagined.
Oh ha!
Now I feel like I'm back.
I looked at these pics here on the blog and it felt like home. Again. It took the worry out of Eventually. If you look closely. She's dusty. The spirit of slow going had become dusty! This is all from way back , when I began blogging. For those who don't remember. Possibly even before (I think I can say if it's ok...) slow stitch was even buzzing. Yup, back then there were mostly bees.
I caught a bee and it's shadow on the rail yesterday.
I've begun a slow weaving into. Mo's pennant project.
Thin silk into thin silk.
Cut and repair.
Mend the despair.
(You might find more about the possibilities of "weaving into" in the Cloth Weaving class listed under the Feel Free Classroom in the right sidebar here on the blog. Here. At least for now until the Feel Free site re-opens soon enough. As always I thank you all for your kind support, sometimes I cannot get through to your paypal emails to give you a big hug.)