Wings

 

I washed these out by hand an tossed them onto a high shelf to let them dry. The stiff, crinkliness of air-dried linen gave these beautiful wind-tossed wing shapes. 

I'm not even opening these flowers to see the whole of them. They will be elements as they stand. Or flutter. 

Alphabet

 

I've kept myself well in check this last run.

My stash has few holes, and I have no projects on the immediate horizon. There are a lot of non-stitching related things in my lineup.

But should the mood occur, these two will be waiting.

This round of B&Ws leans very dark, and that's fine, especially if I decide that stitching complex curses is called for. Although I loathe to waste my time that way. Scribbling with Sharpies and feeding the paper into the fire is intentional enough for me. 

The Blood of Empires fascinates me. 

At a glance, the skein looks almost grubby. Once the eye settles in on the details, it's amazing, and I will think long and hard before I use it.

It reminded me that the very first hearts that I created included a lot more that just shades of red. 

I had time to post another dozen new sets to the store before Bong decided he needed to be in my workspace in the sun. 

Time to do other things.

To begin

 Even this deep into October the water oak that dominates the front yard is keeping a tight grasp on its leaves making the first light in the studio patchy and fleeting. 

 I got  a few sets of thread up in the shop while there was good light for pictures. 

If anyone wants a custom set, like all Grass or all Fire, or all Stones, email me.

Bong and Salem vie over two square feet of sunlight on the navy carpet. 

Some time in the night, the furnace quit.