I see patchwork.
Where?
Everywhere.
The dried mud that washed down during the biggest storm ever since we've lived here gave the brickwork a lovely look.
This is a wrapped back stitch. With one strand. Dark. Light. Magic. Finer. More like that Magic Thread. I want to talk about this in SMALL CLOTH class on Friday.
New content in Thought Catching today.
It's hot and humid and I'm fried. Goodnight.
