I've been away from the cloth for a time now. While duty calls me back, it's the promise of something wonderful that will get me there.
I was digging through the tubs of cloth when these fabrics made themselves known to me because I'm still convinced that my missing notebook in here somewhere.
Dark and exciting for a baby blanket, don't you think? It could be the flip side of something light and fanciful. As much as I love the spots on the avocado field, I can't use it because they were discharged and won't stand up to a lot of laundering. I have mending to do, a slew of buttons to replace. All homey stuff that matters to someone.
And for fun, these. Making them is like eating potato chips. Why stop at one?