My stitching is too tight, too studied. Formulaic. I need to stitch drunk, maybe..
It's too soon to be this specific, this defined. Here's to the joy of picking out hasty stitching.
On a happier front, a brief raw materials hunt today yielded a couple acres of the most incredible cloth I've come across in a long time. Winter white sheets with a density and hand that comes close to chambray. Can't wait to see how this stuff takes up with the dye. It's going to be my '17 debut cloth. There was no makers label, only this: