I have something in mind so I pulled a bunch of cloth this morning and actually ironed it just to see what I really had. My grandma would have had a fit - I ironed sitting down!
I don't know how to capture the iridescence of damask that's been ironed. This picture almost gets it.
Now, for the patience to take my time composing - not threading a needle until the design works.
Lately, the rush to stitch has only lead to misery.
Right now stitch needs to take me to the place where the words grow.
Bomenrij by Jan Mankes 1915